Post by jd on Feb 27, 2007 20:10:21 GMT -6
Turns out the one and only Rich Morrison has come to praise a different figure than himself. Quite ironic, huh? The guy who sauntered around acting as if he was some wrestling deity is suddenly beginning to accept someone on a higher platform than he is. I digress, however. Who cares about who and what he worships? I don't, anyways. As long as he is able to hold his own inside that ring against both Dave Hunter and Big Ci, I'll accept and respect him for whatever faith he has recently found, and whomever he may be worshipping. Earlier in the day he has assured everyone listening to his little telecast that he is indeed the same old Rich Morrison, except for his sudden change in attitude. With that said, the guy isn't going to let his new mind-set interfere with his in-ring prowess. And you know what that means, right? Dave Hunter and Big Ci are in for one hell of a surprise!
Speaking of those two clowns -- at least one of them, anyways -- has finally learned to keep his mouth shut. I'm glad my words of warning finally sank into that thick-headed skull that sits atop Dave Hunter's body. Dave Hunter knows exactly what he is in store for this Thursday because he's already been through it all before, and I'm glad he finally thought it best to just shut his mouth and stop trying to persuade everyone into thinking that he and Big Ci would actually win. Last week when it was Dave and I in a one on one encounter, he continually preached about garnering respect. He wanted respect from me, and I told him that it was earned not just handed out. If Dave Hunter takes his inevitable butt-whooping he'll receive for a second week in a row like a man this time around and finally realizes just how superior I am to him, then he'll get a bit of respect in my book. It's not always easy to admit defeat, but if he's able to do it then he'll get some respect.
Big Ci, on the other hand, has yet to endure the unfortunate belittling that his partner Dave Hunter has underwent thus far. Big Ci is much more recalcitrant than Dave is, and it appears that the only way to cure this is to put him through the same hell that I've previously put Dave through. I thought that this past weekend was the last time that we'd here from both Dave Hunter and Big Ci until this Thursday at our match, but lo and behold I've come to find out that Big Ci decided to open up that big yap of his again. If that'll be the last time he foolishly decides to do so is unknown at this point, but I'd just like to point out to Ci is that the more he continually runs his mouth -- not to mention continuing to rehash the same lies over and over again -- the more he makes me irritated, and when I'm irritated with someone I take it out on them inside the squared circle until they're literally begging and pleading for me to allow their careers to go on a bit longer.
So, what exactly did mister Ci have to say earlier after all? Well, let's start out with his attempt at discrediting my assumption that his watered-down version of the Four Horsemen will never live up to the original. Apparently, Ci thinks his adaptation of the infamous stable will match the splendor of the original, and equal in terms of perfection. Please tell me this guy isn't serious. The original Four Horsemen incorporated four of the best wrestlers in the industry at the time. As for the current 'Xtreme Edition'? It's filled with a bunch of jokes who have yet to accomplish anything at all here in Power On Wrestling. Minus Lance Erickson's pitiable tag team victory over Dan Real and -- ironically -- Dave Hunter when he teamed with Macros the week before First Rights, what else have the members of this sad, pathetic stable accomplished? Nothing, other than the fact that they're being used as superstar-enhancers. Jobber is the more idyllic term, but I was being nice.
Oh, but wait! Big Ci has a meaningless title from a now-defunct wrestling federation. Surely, Big Ci must amount to something 'big' now, huh? Ci, go ahead and take the same route as Dave. You know, talking up your past accomplishments and persuading everyone into thinking that you're some force to be reckoned with around here, but in actuality you're not and your credentials mean nothing. I seriously can't decide what is worse: Dave Hunter bragging about a pathetic month-long title Television Title reign, or Big Ci actually happy about the fact that he is the champion of the rubbish hardcore division back in UWC. Yeah, that's right, the title that Big Ci was oh so proudly complacent in having in his possession during his little promo was in fact a Hardcore Title. That, or an 'Extreme Title'. I'm really not sure which cliché word was used to describe the championship, but it just goes to show how irrelevant the title itself was seeing as one of the UWC's biggest freaking stars doesn't even remember its correct name.
You know what I think about your type of wrestling, Big Ci? It's absolute garbage for people with below-par wrestling skill to occupy their time with. Seeing as you're not capable of holding your own inside the ring against a superior wrestling phenomenon as myself, you have to turn to other means of wrestling. Now, I don't know how much skill it takes to swing a steel chair or spray a fire extinguisher, but to each his own. Real wrestling is my game, and garbage wrestling is yours. This Thursday, Ci? You'll be entering MY world where I reign supreme. There will be no trash cans, no kitchen sinks, no flaming tables -- it'll solely be one team of warriors against another. I hope you understand what you're in for. I honestly suggest to go find some other promotion to torment. Go find a place with 'hardcore', 'extreme', or 'brutal' in its name -- I'm sure that'd better suite your 'talents'. POW is for guys with actual talent. You can laugh at and refuse to heed my words all you want, but come Thursday I'll beat every single one of them into your head, Ci, just like I've already did to Dave. See you then, boys.
Speaking of those two clowns -- at least one of them, anyways -- has finally learned to keep his mouth shut. I'm glad my words of warning finally sank into that thick-headed skull that sits atop Dave Hunter's body. Dave Hunter knows exactly what he is in store for this Thursday because he's already been through it all before, and I'm glad he finally thought it best to just shut his mouth and stop trying to persuade everyone into thinking that he and Big Ci would actually win. Last week when it was Dave and I in a one on one encounter, he continually preached about garnering respect. He wanted respect from me, and I told him that it was earned not just handed out. If Dave Hunter takes his inevitable butt-whooping he'll receive for a second week in a row like a man this time around and finally realizes just how superior I am to him, then he'll get a bit of respect in my book. It's not always easy to admit defeat, but if he's able to do it then he'll get some respect.
Big Ci, on the other hand, has yet to endure the unfortunate belittling that his partner Dave Hunter has underwent thus far. Big Ci is much more recalcitrant than Dave is, and it appears that the only way to cure this is to put him through the same hell that I've previously put Dave through. I thought that this past weekend was the last time that we'd here from both Dave Hunter and Big Ci until this Thursday at our match, but lo and behold I've come to find out that Big Ci decided to open up that big yap of his again. If that'll be the last time he foolishly decides to do so is unknown at this point, but I'd just like to point out to Ci is that the more he continually runs his mouth -- not to mention continuing to rehash the same lies over and over again -- the more he makes me irritated, and when I'm irritated with someone I take it out on them inside the squared circle until they're literally begging and pleading for me to allow their careers to go on a bit longer.
So, what exactly did mister Ci have to say earlier after all? Well, let's start out with his attempt at discrediting my assumption that his watered-down version of the Four Horsemen will never live up to the original. Apparently, Ci thinks his adaptation of the infamous stable will match the splendor of the original, and equal in terms of perfection. Please tell me this guy isn't serious. The original Four Horsemen incorporated four of the best wrestlers in the industry at the time. As for the current 'Xtreme Edition'? It's filled with a bunch of jokes who have yet to accomplish anything at all here in Power On Wrestling. Minus Lance Erickson's pitiable tag team victory over Dan Real and -- ironically -- Dave Hunter when he teamed with Macros the week before First Rights, what else have the members of this sad, pathetic stable accomplished? Nothing, other than the fact that they're being used as superstar-enhancers. Jobber is the more idyllic term, but I was being nice.
Oh, but wait! Big Ci has a meaningless title from a now-defunct wrestling federation. Surely, Big Ci must amount to something 'big' now, huh? Ci, go ahead and take the same route as Dave. You know, talking up your past accomplishments and persuading everyone into thinking that you're some force to be reckoned with around here, but in actuality you're not and your credentials mean nothing. I seriously can't decide what is worse: Dave Hunter bragging about a pathetic month-long title Television Title reign, or Big Ci actually happy about the fact that he is the champion of the rubbish hardcore division back in UWC. Yeah, that's right, the title that Big Ci was oh so proudly complacent in having in his possession during his little promo was in fact a Hardcore Title. That, or an 'Extreme Title'. I'm really not sure which cliché word was used to describe the championship, but it just goes to show how irrelevant the title itself was seeing as one of the UWC's biggest freaking stars doesn't even remember its correct name.
You know what I think about your type of wrestling, Big Ci? It's absolute garbage for people with below-par wrestling skill to occupy their time with. Seeing as you're not capable of holding your own inside the ring against a superior wrestling phenomenon as myself, you have to turn to other means of wrestling. Now, I don't know how much skill it takes to swing a steel chair or spray a fire extinguisher, but to each his own. Real wrestling is my game, and garbage wrestling is yours. This Thursday, Ci? You'll be entering MY world where I reign supreme. There will be no trash cans, no kitchen sinks, no flaming tables -- it'll solely be one team of warriors against another. I hope you understand what you're in for. I honestly suggest to go find some other promotion to torment. Go find a place with 'hardcore', 'extreme', or 'brutal' in its name -- I'm sure that'd better suite your 'talents'. POW is for guys with actual talent. You can laugh at and refuse to heed my words all you want, but come Thursday I'll beat every single one of them into your head, Ci, just like I've already did to Dave. See you then, boys.