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| Adam Riddick vs. Stacy Kissinger | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 20 2010, 06:47 AM (252 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Apr 20 2010, 06:47 AM Post #1 |
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Adam Riddick vs. Stacy Kissinger 3 RP Limit, 2 per person, 4 per team for tag matches Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, April 27, 2010 ~~Good Luck Everyone!~~ |
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| Mr. D | Apr 21 2010, 10:13 AM Post #2 |
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This match has been changed. |
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| WAP2PLeader | Apr 22 2010, 01:53 PM Post #3 |
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Hey Stacy, Listen, I have exams, ISU's, and a show entering tech week. Is there anyway we we can limit the rp down to 1 or 2 (whichever you prefer). Let me know. Thanks |
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| Stacy Kissinger | Apr 22 2010, 02:32 PM Post #4 |
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Craig's Texas Rose
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We can go to a 2 RP limit Adam. Not a problem.
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| Stacy Kissinger | Apr 25 2010, 11:47 PM Post #5 |
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Craig's Texas Rose
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OOC Note: Just getting things going here Adam. I hope you don't get too busy and are able to at least post once. ![]() [align=center]LOOKIN’ BACK TO LOOK FORWARD[/align] Date: Monday, April 19, 2010 Time: 2:11 A.M. Location: At Stacy’s hotel room in Los Angeles, California. The door to the hotel room is just being opened by Stacy. The moment she walks in she quickly turns around to address someone that’s standing out in the hallway, just out of view. Stacy looks towards the person for a few more moments in an approving manner before she begins speaking. Stacy: Tonight was a good time. I really appreciated it. I hope we can do it again sometime. ???: Yeah, we can. Anytime you find it suitable Stace. I’m just happy that you took notice of me. It’s a male voice. That is obvious. Yet he doesn’t choose to come into Stacy’s room, so for now his identity looks like it will remain a secret. Stacy: Me too. Anyways, I’m exhausted from tonight. See ya in the mornin’ possibly? ???: I’ll come find you. Stacy purses her lips and smiles before she slowly starts to close the door to her room. Stacy holds up her hand and gives a tiny wave. The male allows her to close the door fully with no fuss. As soon as it’s shut, Stacy smiles to herself before walking further into the room, seemingly feeling quite intent. While still thinking about this encounter, Stacy has begun to undress, taking her time in doing so. She does one garment at a time until she’s completely bare. But she doesn’t stay this way. She puts on an angel white slip and walks slowly to the bed. She sits on it with her legs stretched out and begins to speak to herself in a low, soft, yet audible tone. Stacy: As is obvious, I’m back SCW. Ya know me. I just couldn’t stay away, not afta the way that I was quote on quote “put on the shelf” by Drew Weilachah. Now will I forgive Drew fer committin’ such an act? Perhaps. I mean one part of me is just lookin’ to move on and forget the past, but the otha part is sayin’ that I nevah did anythin’ to Drew. I even helped bail him and Matt Bishop out of a handicap situation back at the 2 fer 1 special, but of course I got no thank ya fer it. Instead Mistah Drachewych got angry with me yet again fer no good reason. Ya’ll know, seriously, if I got money fer every time Mistah Drachewych got a bit ticked off with me, I’d be a millionaire right now. Oh I know he is one and all, but that doesn’t give him the right to push someone like me around just ‘cause he’s oldah. I can say that fer several on the SCW rostah actually. But anyways, this ain’t ‘bout who has the biggest wallet or who wants to make the most fun of me. This is ‘bout me bein’ back and lookin’ to make the biggest impact that I’m capable of. And I KNOW fer a fact that I’m capable of reachin’ high up in the sky and grabbin’ hold of the SCW World Championship. But all in due time. Tonight was the first night on that road. Ya’ll know that I’m back and ready to sparkle and shine, like a star on the red carpet. The leggy Texan begins to emit a dreamy look from her eyes and from the looks and sounds of it, she doesn’t feel like speaking any more for the time being. Instead she turns and slides herself in under the covers. Sleep should come easy for her tonight though. And even though she knows that she’ll have to look back before moving forward, she doesn’t seem to mind going through with whatever is thrown her way. Date: Monday, April 26, 2010 Time: 8:15 A.M. Location: Stacy’s bedroom…then her home street in Dallas, Texas. It’s one week after SCW’s Tactical Warfare and one week closer to when Stacy is scheduled to return to the ring, but already she has found herself encountering problems, once again of the business variety. Even though it’s early in the morning Stacy is on her cell phone with quite the pissed off look on her face. Stacy: Ya Marissa, don’t worry ‘bout it. It seems like we both got BIG TIME boss issues. They’ll both get what’s comin’ to him. I warned him ‘bout what would happen next month, but he chose not to listen to me. And now he fires ya fer no good reason. All I gotta say is that it’s his loss. He’ll lose his company much like my formah boss did here in SCW. There’s a pause from Stacy as we can hear a young feminine voice on the other line speaking, but we can’t quite make out what she’s saying to the Solid Gold Sensation. Stacy might elaborate on it, but that’s kind of doubtful. It remains to be seen though as Stacy’s lips are opening again… Stacy: It’ll all be taken care of Marissa. Besides, he can’t deny us of the accolades that we’re due to receive ovah there. You’ll be fine though. Yer an actress, yer young, and ya got yer whole life in front of ya. He was just jealous. Heck, they ALL were. Just do what ya do best. Look Marissa, I gotta go. Thangs to do today. Keep in touch wheneva ya want though. Ya know that I’ll listen to ya. Marissa on the other end of the line seems satisfied and we can hear a “goodbye” followed by a click. Stacy hangs up her phone as well. As soon as she does, she stands up and walks over to the vanity in the hotel room. She looks at it for a few seconds before turning away. Stacy: Nah. No need to priss ‘round with my hair and the like. Besides, I wanna just be myself now. Stacy warmly smiles as she gets ready to tackle yet another day. Within a couple of minutes she’s out of her mother’s house and heading off down the street to the nearest city bus stop, this time leaving her 2010 Chevy Camaro SS behind. It’s here that she finds herself waiting, but she doesn’t get impatient. Instead it looks like she’s thinking of what to do to pass the time, to be productive. At a moment’s instant, she snaps her left middle finger and left thumb and the proverbial light bulb turns on. She pulls from her purse the same cell phone she had used only a short while ago, only this time she doesn’t look to make a call. Instead she clicks around her cell phone and eventually comes to what she wants…the video recorder that’s installed into the cell phone. She turns it around and begins to record herself, knowing full well she’ll be able to upload her message once she’s back home later on today. Stacy stands really close to the bus stop sign, most of her long legs showing as it is quite the warm day in Texas. Unlike a few days ago, at least today is a totally safe one, bare of severe weather. Stacy sighs and gets on with it, knowing that the bus will probably make its appearance soon enough… Stacy: I’ll open by sayin’ this SCW. Whatcha see is whatcha gonna get from now on. I know that ya can see these blushin’ cheeks, these deep brown eyes, and the softness and sincerity in my voice. I’m gonna let bygones be bygones and allow Greg and Drew to bickah ‘bout who put me on the shelf. They can have fun with that bein’ that I know who was fully responsible. But it happened many moons ago if ya ask me. Now is the time of year where I see opportunity. Right ‘round the cornah is the big battle royal where the winnah gets to go on and main event Rise To Greatness against whoeva the SCW World Champion may be at that point. And when I look around those that are currently in SCW, well, there is no reason fer the fans that come to see us to be impressed with most. Includin’ the man that I’ll be facin’ first since my lil’ hiatus. The proud but changing bombshell of Texas stands up nice and tall and even though her hair is pretty much all over the place, she pays no mind to it and just continues onward with her message, still looking like quite the looker despite her chosen appearance today. Stacy: Adam Riddick. At least I get to start off nice and fresh here with an opponent that I’ve nevah come face to face with before. It is what I wanted. There’s SO much more opportunity in facin’ someone like you Adam than facin’ a meanin’less gremlin of my past. Besides, all those said gremlins haven’t been doin’ all too well fer themselves lately anyway. Why, one just lost the SCW World Championship. Anotha finds himself comin’ off anotha big loss at Tactical Warfare and some othas well, they just lost gold themselves. Seems as if what goes ‘round comes ‘round. Same can be said fer you too Adam when ya look at it. Ya I know I’ve been out fer a bit, but yer problems with Kassie Khane are well documented ovah the past several weeks. Now the old me Adam would prob’ly bash the livin’ heck outta ya fer goin’ afta an innocent woman, but I won’t ‘cause that’s yer own problem, not mine. I’ve chosen to wipe my slate clean. And now that it has been and is nice, pretty and white, I’m gonna move forward by concentratin’ on you and findin’ a way to gain a victory fer ya so I can begin buildin’ momentum to Takin’ Hold of the Flame, where I WILL become the first woman to survive all the othas that are just hopin’ to main event Rise To Greatness this summah. I know yer hopin’ to be that one person to pull the trick, but hopin’ and doin’ are two different thangs Adam. Right now I know yer prob’ly hopin’ that Kassie Khane doesn’t make her presence felt this Wednesday night. I’ll reassure ya right now that she won’t though. I am in no way in cahoots with her or Sasha. I’m back and goin’ out to that ring to regain the respect and trust from the fans that spend their hard-earned money fer some entertainment. They’ll get that entertainment and breath-takin’ performance from me Adam. As far as it goes on yer end, that’s up to you. If ya wanna disappoint everyone in Omaha, Nebraska and ‘round the rest of the world, go right ahead. I won’t stop ya from doin’ that. What I will be stoppin’ ya from doin’ though is takin’ me out and makin’ me look weak. With just a simple shake of her head, she continues. That is after looking to see if the bus is coming around the corner. Not yet… Stacy: ‘Cause I’m not weak Adam. I nevah have been and nevah will be. That’s ONE of the thangs that hasn’t changed ovah the time off that I’ve had. All Drew did to me those weeks ago was knock more sense and competitive spirit into me. So ya, go ahead and thank him afta I’ve showed you, the highah ups in SCW, and the rest of the wrasslin’ nation fer why ya aren’t bein’ considered fer an SCW Undaground Championship shot or a shot at any otha championship fer that matta. Adam, look, I’m not gonna insult ya with the same ole comments that ya learn in second grade. I’m just givin’ ya the facts as they are. From my current vantage point, ya obviously don’t have yer head in the game. That’ll shine through on Breakdown afta that ovahflowed head of yers is bounced off the canvas. Ya will have been kissed, but not in the way that ya would like. Meanwhile I’ll be only lookin’ forward as I celebrate a win ovah one of the many that will be in the Takin’ Hold of the Flame Battle Royal. Oh I know you’ll say different Adam. I expect it outta ya. ‘Cause if ya didn’t say different, ya’d only be showin’ that perhaps ya should be thinkin’ ‘bout a different career path and allowin’ the youngah talent in SCW to shine instead of those who have already had their golden opportunities. So prove to me Adam in that ring on Wednesday night that yer ready to really dance and actually EARN yer shots at SCW gold, not just demand those shots. Be a hard workah like I’m gonna be. Earn yer keep Adam and stop yer whinin’. That’s the only advice I’m gonna give to ya. Besides, I got otha thangs to do. I’ve got people to talk to, thangs to mend and business to take care of. I’ll see ya in Omaha. And unlike what ya did to Bishop Steele, I’ll make it into the ring and show all of SCW and its fans alike that I have learned a lot and that I have indeed changed, fer the bettah. The brunette smiles before turning the cell phone away from her. She looks down the street and sees the city bus coming. She leaves her phone on but sticks it back into her purse. At least she knows that the ball is about to get rolling today with no more delays. This day just like all the others can only move forward, never back. |
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| WAP2PLeader | Apr 26 2010, 10:28 PM Post #6 |
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hey stacey Yeah, I dont think Im gonna be able to post even one. I've completely swamped over here this week. I will try and get one up but if i can't I am really really sorry. Both to you and oleksa. I promise after this week, I'll be back in top form. Thanks |
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| WAP2PLeader | Apr 27 2010, 08:38 AM Post #7 |
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OOC: Really sorry about getting this up so late. just pulled a 6am to now trying to get this done. I don't even have time to color or Italicise anything cause I got class in 20 minutes. :(. Sorry Stacy for taking so long. GL ![]() Side Story: Man...The Night So Fair Sex... Scene One – Riddick's Apartment...April 24th...It's evening. Grace sighs as she sits at the dinner table, eyes shut. Riddick is in the kitchen, grabbing something he said would surprise her. Riddick: Are your eyes closed? Grace: Yes my eyes are closed! I told you that a second ago when you asked me for the 99th time! Adam enters, placing a huge, gorgeously elaborate antique chess set on the table. The smile on his face shows his joy. Taking Grace's hands, he gently removes them from her eyes so she can see. Riddick: Voila! Grace: Wow...that's really...really... Riddick: I know. Elaborate...Gorgeous...Perfectly Crafted... Grace: A giant waste of money... Adam loked at her with disbelief before remembering the kind of girl Grace was before she'd come to reside in his home. Adam: I use to play this game all the time when I was younger. Yeah, whenever someone started bullying me, whether it was my brothers...or the neighborhood kids...sigh...or the girls at my school selling chocolate mint cookies...I would come upstairs and play this game. I got pretty good at it. Grace: How much did this set you back? Adam: If you really must know, it was a steal...No really, some convict owned it so it ended up at a police auction. Grace: Ahh, how great is our system where the masses can profit on the suffering of it's prisoners. Adam: Hey, it worked for Les Mis. Grace shook her head. She could never understand Adam's strange fixation with the arts. Adam: Would you like to try a game? Grace: Uhh..well...I don't know...It's been a while since I played... Riddick: You've played before? Grace: Competively when I was a girl. My mother thought I should learn a game with class. Riddick: Your mother, whose now a prostitute...wanted you to learn a game of class...That almost sounds like a hallmark card. Grace playfully sticks out her tongue at Adam. Her eyes shift downward towards the board. She just stares, admiring the pieces. Grace: God, I use to love this game. Riddick: No wonder — the king is stationary while the queen has all the power. Grace shoots him another dirty look. However, her mood was far from angry. Deep down, she was happy. It had been a week of hell for Adam. Things were getting worse between him and Kassie, especially with courts now getting involved. Not to mention taking hold of the flame was just around the corner. The Adam Riddick of old would have gone on a venomous, hulk like rampage. But so far, Adam had barely bat an eye yet. It was both a blessing and a curse for Grace, but she intended to enjoy it. For as long as it lasted. Riddick: Come on, Grace, why don't we play one little game... Grace: Nah, I don't think so. Riddick: Oh, come on, you know how to play. I just got it! Please? Nobody will play with me! Riddick's whining brought a smile to Grace's face. She loved having him beg...in every aspect of the word. It was both cute and sexy at the same time. Grace: All right, I'll give it shot. Only because you asked so nicely. Riddick (jokingly): Well, I'm glad my manners could please you. Grace (under he breath): That's not what pleased me last night... Adam shook his head as Grace gave him a childish smile. ***************************************** Sometime later... The game is almost finished. Adam moves his knight to C 6. He seems very confident with that move. So much so, that a smile appears on his face. Riddick: Your turn. Grace almost immediately moves. Riddick is dumbstruck at how Grace is playing. Riddick: Wow... Grace: What? Riddick: Well, when you said you played competitively, I figured you meant, like competitive competitive. Like tournaments or something. Grace: I did. Riddick: Really!? Grace: Why? Riddick: Well, you're in such a rush. I mean, you have to plan your moves out, strategize every option your opponent has. Then, when he is at his weakest, you go in for the kill!! Wuick as you can blink, Grace moves her queen 2 spots to the right of Adam's King. She folded her arms and leaned back in her chair, a snile suddenly appearing on her face. Grace: Is this a checkmate? Adam's smile vanished as he analysed the board. For a second he looked shocked. Then a small smile appeared on his face, this one not so genuine. Riddick: ...Yes, it is. Grace (feigning excitment and disbelief): You mean I won? Hey, hey! I won! How do you like that? Riddick: Well, in all fairness, my mind was a bit distracted by having to monitor your side of the board, but, uh... How about another game? Grace: No, I think one'll do it for me, thanks, Adam. Grace flashed him one more smile before getting up from the table and heading towards the bathroom, throwing her clothes off en route. Grace (glancing over her shoulder at him): You should come join me for a victory shower. Riddick: I'll be there after I put the board away. Grace winks and heads off to the shower. Adam doesn't move till he hears the water running. He takes a wooden case and starts to put the pieces away. Suddenly, he smiles as he gets up and walks over to his couch. taking a seat, he fluffs one of the pillows that rest near the arm of the chair. Without warning he grabs the pilow and plunges it against his face. Riddick: AHHHH!!!!! ***************************************** 2 days later... The scene is almost a mirror image of earlier. Once more, Adam and Grace are playing Chess. This time, however, Adam is clearly trying. every single move he makes his extremely thought out and precise. Grace, on the other hand, still takes 2 seconds to move. It is Adam's turn and has been for nearly 10 minutes. The clock on the wall ticks away, reminding Grace how many hours they have been playing. She lets out a sigh as she rests her cheek on her hand. Adam finally moves his knight, leaving his finger attached to the piece. Grace grabs ahold of her rook. Riddick: Grace, it's not considered a move until my fingers have completely cleared the piece. Grace: Well, what's taking so long? Riddick: I am analyzing my options. Unlike your "wing-it" approach, I like to plan a strategy, like a general leading his troops into battle. Riddick takes his finger off. Grace moves. Grace: Checkmate, Schwartzkopf. Riddick cannot believe it. Riddick(feigning happiness): Gosh, that's very well done. You're really getting a feel for the game. Grace (jokingly): Yeah, and all this time I thought chess was hard. [gets up] Well, I hope 7 games is enough for you cause I'm exhausted. I'm heading to bed. See ya. Riddick (very serious): Sit down, shorty, you're not going anywhere! Grace sighs and sits down again. Riddick goes over to the couch, and selects a cushion. He pats it softly, as if fluffing it. Then, he slaps it with the back of his hand. Before long, he's whaling on it with his fist, beating the stuffing out of it like a punching bag. ************************************ The next night...4 am...Breakdown is in less then 24 hours... Adam opens the door to his room. Grace is sleeping soundly. She looks so peaceful and happy. He closes the door, gets a book of matches out of the hallway bureau, and tears one out. Chuckling deviously, he strikes the match and sets the rest of them on fire. Then he quickly blows them out, producing a puff of smoke, which he holds up to the smoke detector. Immediately, the fire alarm goes off, beeping loudly. Adam dashes into the bathroom. Grace rushes out of his room Grace:Fire! Fire! Adam emerges from the bathroom, completely surprised by what is going on. Riddick: What's going on?! Grace: The fire alarm went off, but I don't see anything around here! Adam: Ohh...Ohh...It's O.K.! [laughing] My fault, false alarm. I was just a little remiss in replacing the batteries, everything's fine. [turns off alarm] Grace: The batteries? But, smoke alarms don't go off if Riddick: Well you know Grace...you know, seeing as how we're both up, I thought maybe we should, oh I dunno, do something, you know? Grace(suspiciously): Like what? Riddick: Well, uh, right off the top of my head, I... well, play a little chess? Grace: Oh my God, you set that alarm off on purpose! Riddick: No!! No...Ok yes but...look, would one more game kill you? I mean, you're all riled up. My God, you'll never get to sleep now anyway! Grace: Wait a minute. This isn't about losing, is it? This is about losing to me. That's what's driving you nuts! "How could I lose to her? I'm much smarter than she is!" Riddick: I never said that! Grace: No, you didn't have to say it, you've thought since we first met! Riddick: No, I haven't! Grace: Yes, you have, and now you're insulting my intelligence again! What do you think I was doing as a prostitute all those years? Analyzing people, devising routes to not get caught, trying to stay one or two steps ahead of the other whores and cops — now, does that sound like any game that you know? Riddick: All right, that explains why you can play the game, but not why you beat me every time! Now, come on, just one more game, please? D Grace: Why should I? You just want to beat me so that you can go back to thinking you're smarter. Well, forget it, to hell with you. I don't see any reason why I should ever play you again. Grace turned to go back to bed, her anger knowing no bounds. Adam had to think fast. There was no way she was going to play with him again and he knew it. Unless... Riddick: If you win, I'll give you my old Lexus you wanted. Grace turned on a dime to face him. Grace: Get out of my way. ****************************** The game is now in it's final stages. Grace is wearing nothing but a bra and panties. Her legs are crossed and she is smiling an evil, seductive smile. Adam, on the other hand is sweating buckets. Riddick: Oh...really cute...trying to distract me just shows how desperate you are. Grace: I'm not trying to distract you (smiles) I just get turned on when I see men sweat, Riddick: I sweat when I am happy. Grace: Well then...you must be beaming [moves her knight then realizes something.] No, wait! Riddick: No, no, you took your finger off that piece! Grace: No, I didn't! Riddick: Yes, you did! That means that you must not trust that move, must have left yourself vulnerable somewhere. Grace: Well, even if I did, you'll never find it. Riddick studies the board for a moment. Grace's arrogant smile is gone, replaced by a frown and two crossed arms. Suddenly, Riddick smiles and looks up at her. Riddick: [lifting his Queen, feigning surprise] Oh, look at that... what's this? [puts it down] Could it be... checkmate? [laughing] I won, I won, I really won! Grace: Hey, I didn't gloat when I beat you all those times! Riddick: No, but, I bet you wish you did now, huh? Ha-ha, it feels great! Grace: [getting up] All right, that's it. I'm going to bed. And I never want to hear the word "chess," or "board," or "chessboard" again! That's it, got it? Riddick: Fine. Fine, Grace. Geez, lighten up! It's only a game! You can't let it effect your whole life! Grace turns and stares at Riddick. A smile creeps over her face. Grace: How did your promo for breakdown turn out. Riddick chuckles for a second before a look of dread appears on his face. He bolts past Grace as he heads to the bedroom to get his camera. Grace: That would be checkmate, big boy... ******************************************************* [Rec] *we see Adam holding a calendar* No, this can't be right. No it just can't be! It's not February anymore...Is it? *checks the calendar* Nope..It's April...so why is SCW's own Puxatony Phil coming out of her hole now? Maybe this battle royal coming up is her Groundhog's day!! That's gotta be it! Alright, enough of the jokes. Let's get down to business, Stacy. I gotta say, I wanna take this match serious but there are just so many reasons why I can't. For starters, you're the only superstar on our current roster that comes and goes more then Jason Zero-Wheeler-Arcadia-Faust changes his name and look! I mean, first your here, then you're not, then you're here again, then you're not. Can you just make up you're mind if you're comin' or goin? What's gonna happen when you lose this match to me? You're gonna bitch and run off again, only to return weeks later? On that subject, you know, that's the part that bothers me the most about you. You've been gone for what...a month or something. Then, your promo makes it sound like you're the second coming. What the hell could you possibly learn in a month that would make you any better then when you left? Seriously I wanna know what it ist. You know, Psychologist take months, even years to treat a patient properly. Diets take months to show any results. But you...30 days...that's all it takes. Bravo...Bra (like the thing you never wear)-fucking-vo.... Personally, I think you're full of shit. Personally, I think you got bored...sitting around your big house, no one giving a rats ass about you without your SCW "Fame" (what little you had), dating once in a blue moon and only the losers who wanted someone...anyone... to fuck them. You got so bored of that life that you returned to the one place that would give you some recognition if you worked hard enough. Thats what I think. It's too bad you never stick around long enough to give the effort needed to be a champion. Listen to yourself, you're back 2 seconds and you're talking about the SCW World Championship like you own it. Do you feel that you deserve a title shot, Stacy? Even with your constant disappearing act? Sorry hun, Capernicus called...Apparently, the universe does not revolve around you. You wan't a title match, get in line. There are a lot more deserving superstars that will get one before you. Surprised? Don't be. Just like you won't be surprised by what I have to say next. This match, our match this week...Who cares? Really? See, I was scheduled to fight David Helms. But then, Shasha felt pitty for you not fighting on the week of your "return" so he threw you a "bone", even wrapped it just the way you like. Face fact. No one gives a rat's ass about this match. Least of all me. Personally, I'd rather not show up. You're just not worth my time. Too bad my contract obligates me to do so. And you can bark and comment all you want, Kissenger, but truly..who cares? I have my eye on a much...bigger target. Gee, Taking Hold of the Flame is right around the corner...what target could he possibly have? Hmmm.... So you go ahead and bring your A game, Stacy. Show them how you wrestle in those tight clothes of yours. Give the people of that little hick town Omaha something to jerk off to. If it makes you happy, you can even celebrate with them if you manage to squeeze out a win...doubtful at best. Whatever makes you happy. But you don't deserve my A game. Only one person in this company deserves my A game. But they'll have to wait. As for you, well... you can suck dick with the best of them, but in that ring... Never mind. I'm tired of this. This is a joke. You aren't worth it. This match is not worth it. Shasha is not worth it. See you tomorrow, Stacy and don't forget to wear some nice linguerie for the audience when I spank you all across that ring. Tell me I'm whining now, bitch. [Stop Rec] |
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