Post by Roshan Nocturne on Jul 27, 2011 20:17:05 GMT -5
I am inspecting the fire hoses. Making sure they work correctly. I grab the Vodka hose rigging and the Orange Juice hose rigging. I pull the triggers and create the world's largest Screwdriver. Upon testing the weapons I notice the cameraman looking at me. I offer a sweet smirk and say my piece.
"Are you ready for All-Star Weekend, Tsukino? I saw your message and I have to say: I was always kind of joking around when I called you a Crazy Old Man. I'm think there was more to it than I originally thought. Calling yourself Dracula and shit. Tell me, if I turn a spotlight on you, are you gonna burn up or just sparkle? I ask because I've never been in front of a real life Vampire before!
You misunderstand me, Gramps. A year ago, I was the one misunderstanding you. Meiou, this whole thing started because you take yourself way too seriously. Keep in mind, there are things I take seriously. Very Very seriously. But I like to go out there a give the audience a good show. If that means some sequences that come off as goofy, so be it. If that means making your worse dreams come to life, so be it."
I shake my head as I step from behind the hoses.
"You like to talk about how serious and how dedicated R.W. is. He definitely is. Keep in mind that this is the Second Slopmatch in PWE history. Do you remember who came up with the first one? That's right: R.W. Randolph. A concept jokingly passed around between Randolph, Tanabashi, and yourself. The idea was conceived under the idea that it'd never see the light of day. Little did you know at the time, that R.W. would somehow get into the position to make the Slopmatch come to be.
The night comes for you at All Star Weekend, Tsukino. You may think I'm approaching this as all fun and games, but you're sadly mistaken. I am stepping into this match with victory in mind. I plan on walking out of there champion. Possibly a champion covered in god knows what, but a champion nonetheless. We had our disagreements over this past year. And the consequences have gone ever steeper.
You always walk around talking about how Vicious you are. Guess what, you Crazy Old Man? I've proven how Vicious I am: be it with weapons, be it with strikes, be it with holds, or be it with creative uses of items from the local grocery store. Do you think it bothers me that I don't fit your pre-conceived notion of "Vicious?" Go fuck yourself, Meiou! I would ask Christopher, Jacobs, Cross, and Lucas how vicious I am if I were you. None of them walked out of my title defenses. You're gonna be the next one on my list. When I'm finished, you're gonna wish I was just dumping shit on you from afar. Instead, you're gonna find yourself Blinded... By the Light!"
I walk away. I'm ready to teach that old bastard a lesson. He may be the veteran, but even the old timers have something to learn.
"Are you ready for All-Star Weekend, Tsukino? I saw your message and I have to say: I was always kind of joking around when I called you a Crazy Old Man. I'm think there was more to it than I originally thought. Calling yourself Dracula and shit. Tell me, if I turn a spotlight on you, are you gonna burn up or just sparkle? I ask because I've never been in front of a real life Vampire before!
You misunderstand me, Gramps. A year ago, I was the one misunderstanding you. Meiou, this whole thing started because you take yourself way too seriously. Keep in mind, there are things I take seriously. Very Very seriously. But I like to go out there a give the audience a good show. If that means some sequences that come off as goofy, so be it. If that means making your worse dreams come to life, so be it."
I shake my head as I step from behind the hoses.
"You like to talk about how serious and how dedicated R.W. is. He definitely is. Keep in mind that this is the Second Slopmatch in PWE history. Do you remember who came up with the first one? That's right: R.W. Randolph. A concept jokingly passed around between Randolph, Tanabashi, and yourself. The idea was conceived under the idea that it'd never see the light of day. Little did you know at the time, that R.W. would somehow get into the position to make the Slopmatch come to be.
The night comes for you at All Star Weekend, Tsukino. You may think I'm approaching this as all fun and games, but you're sadly mistaken. I am stepping into this match with victory in mind. I plan on walking out of there champion. Possibly a champion covered in god knows what, but a champion nonetheless. We had our disagreements over this past year. And the consequences have gone ever steeper.
You always walk around talking about how Vicious you are. Guess what, you Crazy Old Man? I've proven how Vicious I am: be it with weapons, be it with strikes, be it with holds, or be it with creative uses of items from the local grocery store. Do you think it bothers me that I don't fit your pre-conceived notion of "Vicious?" Go fuck yourself, Meiou! I would ask Christopher, Jacobs, Cross, and Lucas how vicious I am if I were you. None of them walked out of my title defenses. You're gonna be the next one on my list. When I'm finished, you're gonna wish I was just dumping shit on you from afar. Instead, you're gonna find yourself Blinded... By the Light!"
I walk away. I'm ready to teach that old bastard a lesson. He may be the veteran, but even the old timers have something to learn.