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Title: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: Jason King on July 11, 2016, 06:04:25 am
The mic that Frederick Kavanagh was holding hits the mat with an audible thud that is picked up by the cameras and speakers. The folks at home watch the show fade to an end and then quickly rush to their lap tops, their tablets, their phones, anything that has the ability to get on to the internet in order to see what Jason King was going to say.

Back in the arena not a single person gets out of their seats. There is no mad dash to the parking garage to beat the traffic home. The Miami Florida chapter of the WWG universe stood without even so much as a waver to leave as they awaited the words that were sure to follow. The internet had blown up last time when after Carnage went off the air and downloads of WWG App were higher than they had even been in years. As seemed to be the custom for the last year the world was waiting for King to speak.

Jason looked down at the mic that had rolled it's way to his feet. The crowd goes begins to chant as Jason's gaze is locked on the mic at his feet.

PREACH!
PREACH!!!!
PREACH!
PREACH!!!

However Jason kicks the mic which sends another splash of noise to everyone listening. The crowd seems to deflate a bit with genuine disappointment. The mic hits the wall outside of the ring and Jason shakes his head at it with a disapproving looking on his face. The crowd starts to form the vowel sounds of "boos" when suddenly Jason raises his hand into the air and an old school grated microphone lowers down from the sky. The crowd pops with cheers again as Jason smirks. The Big Black Wolf takes the mic and then puts it to his lips.

King: Not so fast Special K. I get you want to run before your ass can get roasted but if you think you are gonna walk out on this people after pissing all over this night you are more of an idiot than you look "mate".

The crowd is laughing and cheering and chanting for Jason. Frederick had gotten half way up the ramp but then stopped and slowly turned around. He doesn't look particularly happy.

King: Nah Freddy K i'm just pulling your leg "boss". No i am glad you came out here! Welcome back. it's been a minute. you look...."eh". I could tell when you came out to the ring that there were a lot of people here in this arena who were happy to see you.

There was a small cheer but it was no where near the level of what it had been when the GM first walked out and the sound died out quicker than a scream in space. Jason began pacing the ring with a smirk on his face.

King: I could also tell, a little more clearly, that there are a few people didn't give a single solitary ****.

Another cheer rose up out of the crowd as Jason looks up in mock surprise. The Florida crowd began to chant and their voices echoed and bounced off all side of the arena.

**** YOU FREDERICK *clap clap clapclapclap*
**** YOU FREDERICK *clap clap clapclapclap*

Jason waved his free hand to quite them down his face in a smile and a laugh making it's way past his lips.

King: Whoa whoa! Come on people is that anyway to talk to the head of this great company?! i mean look at the little guy coming out here in his $5.95 JC Penny suit looking like a big strong man. Didn't you see how he just randomly fired people? Oh yeah that's something that only a man with nothing to compensate for could possibly pull off. I think he deserves a hand.

Jason takes a second to make three very slow very dramatic slow claps that each hit the mic. Jason than walks over to ring ropes farthest from the ramp and leans back on them, still facing Frederick on the ramp.

King: Oh yes Frederick you certainly did get a reaction today. 7 people were happy to see you, millions of people watching around the world and hundreds here coudln't give two shits, but there was one thing that nobody on the planet, nobody in the whole wide world was feeling when you decided to play you little music and make your way down to my ring.....and that is surprise.

Jason waved his hand in the air around him to indicate the people around the sold out stadium.

King: Do you think for a second that these people didn't know something like this was going to happen? ****, they have been watching this same old song and dance FOREVER now. And do you know how that song goes? Do you know the steps?

Jason waves his free hands towards Frederick.

King: Nah nah nah don't think to hard about you'll hurt yourself. Allow me.

He steps away from the back ropes and stands still.

King: Step 1- Hold a giant tournament for a shot at the world heavyweight championship

Jason takes another step forward.

King: Step 2- Put Jason up against someone and pray to God that Jason doesn't kick his ass like soccer ball up and down the ring.

Jason takes another step forward.

King: Step 3- Watch in horror and absolute frustration as Jason mows down any and all of his competition.

Jason takes a small step back.

King: Step 4- Run and talk to the Clique to figure out just how we can keep Jason from revealing just how big a **** show our favorite kids really are.

Jason then takes a very large step to the ropes closest to the ramp and leans his arms against it.

King: Step 5- Have management come out and announce some bullshit reason why Jason King will not be getting the title match he has earned again and again and again and again and again. How does that sound? am in the **** ball park?

The crowd begins to chant.

THAT'S SOME BULLSHIT!!
THAT'S SOME BULLSHIT!!
Jason nods his head and points at the crowd around him.

King: yeah you see Freddy Got Fingered unlike whatever bunch of clowns you got informing you on the best ways to screw me over without looking like you are screwing me over. The WWG universe is. not. buying it. And this time...man...this time boy it was like you weren't even trying! Yo if you want to come and **** me over at least put on some make up and a nice dress. Pretty yourself up a bit because this was just damn shameful. Real Talk, it was so obvious what you were doing tonight it was everything i could do to keep from laughing in your face. But hey i know there are some of you who are just tuning in on line now who are just now tuning in so let me give you a quick recap of the "Super awesome and totally not foreseen twist ending" that happened at the end of the show tonight...

Jason dramatically clears his throat and pulls out a scroll of paper from his pocket and unrolls it.

King: I had this made up five days ago check it out. "Even though Jason King WON the beat the clock challenge and has a legitimate claim to a rematch for the world Heavyweight Championship we instead are going to pretend that that didn't happen at all because he is mean to us and calls us out on all of our ****. So instead of giving him the match he **** EARNED tonight we are going to add a person or persons into a different match that we are just announcing now because, WOW how shocking is that. We can not confirm or deny that one of the members added to the match is a member of our favorite members of the roster, or The Clique, and the reason why we can not do this is due to the fact that they don't want us too and we want to be good little boys and girls and do whatever makes them happy or they won't be friends with us any more." And no everybody, i know what you are thinking, this sounds familiar, and you are right because this happens EVERY. ****. TIME. i get anywhere near the title picture.

Real Talk, if you just want to pass the titles back and forth between your favorite people just **** say so and i'll stop wiping the floor with them. Here i thought this was a place were talent was supposed to cultivated but from the looks of it you just wanted to set up a little club and just have people show up each week to tell you have great you all are. If that's the case then just let me know so i can act accordingly but don't stand their and pretend that I am the one being selfish. Like really? Selfish? If not drinking your god damn kool-aid and pointing out your little company's shady biased back door deals well then i guess you are right i am one selfish mother fucker!

The crowd cheers as Jason laughs and shakes his head. With his free hand he points at Frederick with all five fingers, in full roast mode.

King: Coming at me? With your punk ass. You think for a second that anyone actually is fooled by your smoke and mirrors bullshit. You think that people who are online right now checking this out doesn't see what you are doing. "Giving rematches to people who deserve it"? You are sitting there shitting on all of us and trying to convince us that it doesn't stink.
Abram Adams LOST the title to Trine Larsen, who LOST it to that **** Rayven, who DROPPED the belt and it was picked up by Marcus Collins after i cleared the locker room out for him. Let's forget for a second that Abrams LEFT THE COMPANY during this time and shouldn't be entitled to ****. HE didn't lose to Marcus Collins, HE lost to Trine Larsen...FOREVER AGO! Why in the hell is he getting a rematch against a champion, and i use that term **** loosely, that he never fought against?! that's not how rematches work. How is it that Abrams get's a rematch for the title after coming back from being away and LOSING the Beat the Clock Challenge but Trine Larsen and Rayven don't? hmmm i wonder what makes Adam Abrams different than Rayven and Trine....

Jason taps his thumb against his chin and the crowd begins to boo and shout at Frederick K.

King: I guess i shouldn't be that surprised coming from a man that has P.I. for the Virgin guy running around here molesting anything with a pair of **** on it but really...seriously...there is no reason for Abrams to be anywhere near the championship...but even with that ass-holery going down that's not even anywhere CLOSE to the biggest middle finger you have thrown at us today Special K.

Wretched Nobody hasn't been champion in YEARS! Adams Larsen, Rayven, Collins, King, Collins, The title has changed hands 1-2-3-4-5-6 times and that's just been since i walked into this company and you are expecting us to believe that he still has a rematch?! against **** WHO?! Not only that but he LOST last week, he LOST again this week to the guy who LOST the beat the clock challenge and some how Wretch Nobody has found his way into a match for the biggest championship in this business because........why? "his lawyers" really that's the best lie you can come up with. The "crazy psychopath born in an asylum" has a team of hot shot lawyers? I was born at night but not last night. And while i am not sure how many legal experts we have here in the crowd tonight i am pretty sure they could all damn well tell you that a rematch clause doesn't work like that. What has Wretch done lately to earn a title shot? Should i walk around with flickering lights, hiring mouthy hookers, and losing all my matches to get ahead in your company Freddy? is that how it works now? You give a match to Wretched before ALL the other talent in the locker including champions that, by your logic, still should have rematches coming to them but don't for some reason because their vaginas won't let them.

The crowd reacts to this with "oooooo"'s and chants of "BBW". Jason shakes his head and steps away from the ropes walking in the other direction.

King: Nah mister boss man there is no reason why it shouldn't be Me vs Collins for my championship at Time to Shine. Neither Abrams or The Wretched Nobody have done anything to earn the shot that i have earned night after night after night...

Jason turns on his heels

King: unless...

Jason walks back and points at Frederick again. His face a little more serious now.

King: You are the exact piece of **** management type that i have been saying you were all along.

Jason turns his attention to the crowd around him who is cheering, excited to see Jason do what he does best, take on the system.

King: Real Talk, last show The General came out here and told everyone that management was 100% not siding with the Clique and guess what? He's **** fired now!

The crowd boos as they were actually quite fond of the General. Any eyes looking toward Frederick are not kind and they are giving him the thumbs down.

King: oh yeah he's fired but Feddy's back and he's put a member of the Clique in a title match he doesn't deserve and didn't earn. Suddenly rematches that went null and void the minute the title was two times removed from them are still valid and, look at this, a wild Abram Adams appeared like it's a **** pokemon game except that you Freddy don't have a set of balls. How much do any of you want to bet that Abram's is "secretly" a member of this little group they got going on and that little lights out stunt was made to fool us? Any takers? it's a real safe bet folks.

The crowd laughs and cheers as Jason walks back up to the ropes close to the ramp.

King: You say i'm being selfish? You think that i am not looking out for the other talent in the locker room? **** you that's not my damn job! I am here for the same reason they are here and that's to prove i am the best. Kai missed his shot, Trotter missed his shot, Screwball hasn't earned his shot yet, and i wouldn't disrespect Larsen by letting her get to anything because unlike you apparently i can see she actually belongs here. Now i don't know who the **** Morgan Terry is but i do know that if he or any of the others were the warriors that they say they are the wouldn't want me to "step aside" because that's not what REAL fighters do! If they got to the top of the mountain and didn't go through me than it didn't mean **** because they will always be asking themselves the same question the world asks every time they turn on their TV's...where is Jason King?

LONG LIVE THE KING!!
LONG LIVE THE KING!!!!
LONG LIVE THE KING!!!!!

King: So you can go ahead running your mouth if you want to Freddy. It's just the same ol' ****, with the same ol' twists, so you can help the same ol' people hold onto the power that has been slipping out their **** fingers from day one of my time here. But if you want to talk about me being the same ol' Jason...

Suddenly the crowd in the front shifts around as Teddy "Shine" Williams and The Man in Black hop over the walls on the left and right side of the ramp. Behind Frederick is "Big" Weston Williams. The three men effectively cut off any way for the GM to escape. Jason smirks and points at each of his men.

King: Real Talk, you don't know who the **** i am or what i am capable of. The "old" Jason King wouldn't have let you walk down the ramp in the first place and open your god damn mouth....

the crowd cheers as back in the ring Jason has a steel crowbar in his hand. Jason rests it across his shoulder.

King: You see what would happen now...if i truly haven't changed...is that i would have my boys beat the shrimp and barbies out of your punk ass until you were nothing but a steaming pile of **** and ****, not that we'd notice much of a difference, then i would come down their shove this crow bar up your ass and make my self a little Freddy K puppet, once again not much of a difference. Then after that i would knock your teeth out, ask Collins about that with his Gorge Washington fake teeth looking ass. And after all that was said and done i would burn everything you love to **** ash and dance in it.

For a few moments there was nothing but tensed silence. The crowd cheered and roared all wondering what exactly Jason was going to do. Jason tapped his signature crowbar against his shoulder lightly three times.

King: But...that's not what's gonna happen tonight...

While their eyes all still glared at Frederick Jason's men moved away without touching him making their way to the floor in front of the ring.

King: Don't take it personally boss man it's just that you aren't worth the effort. Cuz like i heard said...it means nothing if i kick your ass outside the ring. **** anyone who has watched WWG for the last year knows full well i could mow down each and everyone of you in the back without breaking a sweat. So if i want to actually break you...i need to do it on the score board. And i am not stupid i know full well that you and your wittle buddies have something in store for me no matter what i choose to do. But here's the thing that you haven't seen to get about me...Not matter how many times you screw me over, no mater how many glass ceilings you put above my head i ALWAYS shatter through them. I am never going to stop Freddy, i am never going away, and you can hide all you want but i can see it in your eyes...You are afraid of the Big. Black. Wolf!!

The crowd begins to chant again "BBW" and "Big Black Wolf". Jason points his crowbar down at Frederick on the ramp.

King: So the answer to your question is that even though i have earned a spot at Time to Shine multiple times over i will accept your offer to face Collins before the PPV...

This sends the crowd roaring into cheers. Jason however raises a finger on his mic.

King: on three conditions...

The people gathered around the Miami Florida arena are confused but excited. Jason smirks as waits a moment for the murmuring to die down.

King: number 1- I want the match to be a locked steel cage...

again the crowd begins to cheer but Jason waves them down.

King: number 2- i want you, Freddy to be the special referee...

This stipulation seemed to really shock everyone in the arena as nobody seems to know how to respond to such a seemingly self defeating request. Jason doesn't seem to be worried though.

King: and finally...3- Whoever LOSES the match will gain your controlling shares of WWG and runs the whole damn show until the pay per view AFTER Time to Shine.

The stadium is floored by this. Cameras pan across shocked faces brimming with excitement and confusion. Jason just continues to smirk at Frederick.

King: See here's the thing Freddy. I already know what it's like to live in a world where the Clique runs the show. But you have no...idea...what i am capable of. So you it's all up to you. Accept my terms, call the match right down the middle and maybe IF i lose...i will remember your honor and sportsmen ship and if i don't you can prove to the world you were right about me. Or take the match and screw me over...again...and learn quick the definition of Karma. At the same time there's a chance that you screw Collins over and help me win the championship. but that would just **** off your little buddies i am guessing. So that leaves us with the two most likely scenarios. I kick Marcus's punk ass like the bum he is and you, Collins, and your little babysitter's club keep using your power to try to screw me out of the championship, which we is just more of the same for me. Or you don't accept my terms and i just kick your Clique's collective as at the Pay Per View.

it's up to you kid...ball is in your court now. Are you afraid? or are you going to...what was it you said? put up or shut up.

TBC: Anyone


Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: J-Dub on July 11, 2016, 06:44:37 am
The main screen comes on and standing in his hotel lobby is Marcus Collins.

Jason.... Jason.... Jason.... Have a little more confidence in yourself, you've been champion before, you could possibly beat me again. So it may just be me who LOSES the match. My main question is, why? I get the cage, because you're scared. Didn't hear me crying when your boys jumped me week in and week out, nah. Not a peep about this or that, but cool, some people are scared, and I get that. Cages can be fun, hell, why not bring all the weapons in the entire arena while we are at it, make it a caged deathmatch while we are at it, I am sure you would love to beat me within an inch of my life, or at least attempt to. Having Freddy be the ref, I mean seriously, if you think the two of us are working together, why would you put yourself at that disadvantage? You're smarter than that one, if I would actually work with that Australian roo humper, why would he let me loose? Why throw your shot at the title away like that? No, I want a fight out of you, lets have a real fight, let's have it a KO ref on the outside match. I know you want it, caged, knock out only way to win. You want it, I want it, sealed top, no exit or enter from the outside. You want the belt, I have the belt. Stop being a scared **** and lets doing it, next week, so close to the PPV, what do you say? Cute the stupid gimmick and the "real talk" let's just be real. End the bull ****, just do it. **** the brass. That is my counter challenge.


Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: The Losers on July 11, 2016, 07:30:11 am
*so...many...burns...*


Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: Jason King on July 11, 2016, 07:31:27 am
Jason shakes his head at the screen.

King: And right on time. I was almost thinking you weren't going to show.

Jason places his crowbar back on his shoulder and smiles.

King: You can take your "counter offer" and place it directly between your ass cheeks and sit down nice and deep like. You heard what i said. Grown ups are talking so you need to sit your punk ass back down at the kids table.
You want to run, that's fine by me, you'll just be tired when i take your championship. I'm not throwing anything away. you just can't see that far ahead because there are more steps than "suck enough people off to give me what i want"...which i am sure is an impressive number though so i will give you your props.

This is not a negotiation. You can take my match the way i said it or run like a ****. door number one or door number two. Door number two only gives you more time with the belt before i take it so if you haven't taken any pictures with it yet for your snapchat that would be the door i'd pick...then again i'm not some Clique **** sooo...i wouldn't be in this situation in the first place. but hey we can't all be as classy as you "champ".

TBC: anyone


Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: J-Dub on July 11, 2016, 07:42:15 am
Collins just shakes his head, and smiles.

I'm starting to think you like to talk just to hear yourself talk, I really... really do. Hey, but you were the one crying so much about wanting the one on one match, now you are the one talking about losing at a match against me, which again goes against everything you are currently saying, so YOU could possibly take control for... what a week, maybe two, going into the PPV? What ever Charlie's Angel, that is between you what Freddie two shoes, I was just trying to give you EXACTLY what you want. But you are wrong on one account, the one thing that is not a negotiation.... is the fact that you think that your little crowbar is going to stop anything, the fact that YOU THINK you have actually faced me before, you've yet to get me in a cage, you will have no where to run then. DO what you want to. I hope he agrees to this, but the fact you give these childish demands only shows how scared you really are. But don't worry, one way or another, just to make you happy, you will be seeing my pretty face every single week, up close and personal until quit you whining about earning anything, and if you're lucky you may just find that crowbar "between your ass cheeks". You do or you shut up. You have fun with your privilege self righteous what ever. When you do see Freddie two shoes, tell him I said "**** you".

The screen shuts off.


Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: Derrick Trotter on July 11, 2016, 07:45:59 am
Boy, Boys. Boys, If were talking about championship matches, May be just may be you two should give me another crack at the world title. If you do give me a shot please don't both of you jump me from behind before the match has even started just like you did the last time we met.

I know why you both did that because you are scared of me, And if you say your not scared of me then me old muckers PROVE IT and give me another shot at the world title.


Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: Jason King on July 11, 2016, 09:09:05 am
Teddy "Shine" Williams is holding a remote control up in the air in the direction of the Titan tron. The off button had been pressed.

King: Thank you for that man, i was beginning to think that he'd never shut up. Seriously i mean if i had a dollar for every time that guy bored us all to death i could buy my own fed.

Jason looked toward the stage where Derrick Trotter had entered and rolled his eyes. then he smiled an exhausted smile. His voice briming with thinly veiled sarcasm.

King: Oh hey Trotter so good to see you. No please we weren't in the middle of anything go right ahead and run your mouth. We can wait.

Jason rolled his next and then gave out a little sigh.

King: Here's the thing kid. The only reason you were ever in the world title picture in the first place was because management was trying to throw me off. Hell the only reason you are Absolute Champion now is because i am guess they forgot you had that. **** i forgot you even had that.

Here's the thing man. I really don't feel like roasting you right now because frankly it would just be kinda sad and you have so much on your plate with you and your weird brother going after the tag titles andi don't feel like giving them ammo against you. So how about this, you get the hell off my stage and maybe if you are good i will let you have a shot at my belt once i take it back from these jokers hmm? Sound cool? I'll even let you act all big and tough. Hey if you put that fancy title we forgot about up for grabs you can even be the first one to take a swing at it.

But you have to have actually BEEN champion to even begin to start walking around asking for retries and you...were SO not going to be champion it's not even funny. So how about you waddle off to the side and wait for us to finish ok?

TBC: Anyone


Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: The Wretched Nobody on July 11, 2016, 02:33:16 pm
We see the arena lights flicker - and for an instant, Jason King stands there face to face with The Wretched Nobody, then just as suddenly he's left alone with his guard up as Grace walks out into view rubbing her temples as if taking care of a headache.  She reaches into her pocket and begins tossing tampons out into the crowd.

::Grace Brutal:: My GOD! Don't you realise that there are enough people to hate in the world already, without your putting in so much effort to give us another?  And Fans… come on… you pay Good Hard Earned Money and THIS is what WWG feeds you?  Can’t you just eat dog **** at home for free!?   Seriously people, Will someone ram one of those up this festering **** and make him stop oozing all over the **** arena?  I mean THIS... THIS is what you people choose to cheer now?  I swear, God himself must be buying you fuckers off like Oprah and **** "Everybody, Everybody... look under your seats" - and when you do it's just a three by five card that reads "Gimme dem cheers an' I suck Yo Dick, MAN! Sincerely; Jason King".  I mean call me old fashioned, because... well... people lie all the time - but it USE to be that you had to have some fact checking, mic skill and you didn't need to have paid plants in the audience to get over here.... now apparently a crowbar, some cash coated cheer starters and a lot of self indulgent bitching is all it takes to get a shot at the title?  Well **** me running - I may as well just pack up all the actual Talent in this place and walk the **** on because this **** is just turning into day time soap opera with less violence when people like this nut juggling thunder queer over there gets the limelight!

Like... honestly, seriously... I'm down with this whole "Hashtag - Black Lives Matter" movement and **** - I love a good bit of hash as much as the next degenerate nymphomaniac with a monster by her side - but you?  You're useless no matter what colour your momma made ya! I mean you're questioning who The Wretched Nobody is to be in this match?  Who are YOU to be in this match?  He's held More Titles - WAY LONGER than you have!  He's Been here longer than a couple of the titles you even held, you pathetically ignorant hipster ****!

He's been world champion more times - and SUCCESSFULLY defended it more often than you EVER DID in that joke you dared call a title run!  And yet you come out here and act like you're a something special?

You're something alright, Jason... You're a Sad Little ****... you'd be getting a **** promotion, if I said you were a flash in the pan.  You're a whiney, simple little **** shiner who just happened to land at a time when social media made you a "darling" well guess what - Darling is nothing but another endearing term for Helpless, Brain Dead Cunts who can't fend for themselves.  Well I'm sure your knight in shining armour will come along to dent your prostate and inflate your ego eventually.... but for right now - I'm here so you best put your ego in a bunker, motherfucker because Mama's got some hate to hang on you!

Week, after Week, after LORD HELP US ALL - YET ANOTHER WEEK!  You come out and tout yourself for how amazing you are... dude... we've had people who have held the World Championship and Retired - and STILL had that **** strap longer than you did.  No one wants to hear a grown man cry, and I'm sure that somehow relates to you too even though I've seen a biological waste bag will with the aftermath of a Hysterectomy that had more testosterone in it than you have.  You're a sorry excuse for a man - and a worse example of a champion.  So why don't YOU shut your loud, obnoxious, stupid **** mouth and just appreciate the fact that political correctness and social media trends are about all that is driving your entire career right now.

Need proof?  The greatest champion this company ever had - the man who won the title more often, and held it longer than anyone, of any era this company has ever had... would, in every instance he lost his title... go to the bottom of the ranks and fight his way back to the top.  His name was Scott Carr, and although you won't believe it - because you're severely racist and he's Caucasian... He's one hundred fold the competitor you could ever hope to be, just like My Wretch.  You've been given a rematch immediately - mostly because no one really wants to hear you whine anymore - but you're standing there, wondering why someone who deserves a title shot twice as much as you do, is FINALLY getting one.  And man, quit showing all your idiot to everybody.  Wretched wasn’t champion Years ago, he was champion last fall.  He hasn’t even been without that belt for a year, much less being without any belt for a year.

So why don’t you act like The Perfect Storm, accept the fact that your fifteen minutes of fame is about fourteen minutes and fifty-nine seconds gone - just so you can realize that you don’t even have enough popularity left to score a three count… just… Don't feel bad - a lot of people in that ring right now have no talent, and you're all of them!  I mean... I don't mind you talking so much, as long as you don't mind me, not listening.  But some advice from a woman who has physically held that title longer than you even had the chance to, would be;  Grasp your ears firmly and pull; you might just be able to remove your head from you ass…. And then you’ll see exactly how **** you are, come Time to Shine!


The swirling mixed reaction from the crowd Boos mixed with a familiar sentiment that Grace herself has repeated many a time to plenty of unfortunate souls who’ve come to find out how right she is.  Soon the cult-like following Nobody has earned over his tenure in WWG begin to overthrow the simpletons who only see the black and white - the fools who believe good will always triumph over evil, and that “Good Men” are the ones who proclaim themselves to be without foundation in their actions.  The truest of WWG’s fans, the lifers - they begin to voice their opinions loud and clear and that old familiarly wicked smile creeps across Grace’s face as she playfully fistbumps to the rhythm of their ravings.

NOBODY’S BETTER THAN KING!
                     
NOBODY’S BETTER THAN KING!
                     
NOBODY’S BETTER THAN KING!

Her insanely sadistic smile is almost as infectious as the impeccable ability this woman has had to infuriate the competition and fire up the crowd.  Jason may stand in the ring looking upon what he considers a bleach blond nuisance, but what we all know, is he’s oblivious to the fact that he’s looking at the most masterful Champion Maker in WWG’s entire existence.  In one sentence, all Jason’s months of work, and trying to endear himself are all spoiled as she turns the crowd on him.

::Grace Brutal::GOD IS DEAD! GOD IS DEAD! GOD IS DEAD!


GOD IS DEAD!
                     
GOD IS DEAD!
                     
GOD IS DEAD!

Grace laughs manically, doubling herself over as Jason rolls his eyes at her shenanigans and the frustration of having to hear her manipulative, antagonistic and all too infuriating words.

::Grace Brutal::Awwwww, come on it’s not that bad… I mean “God” might be a useless character device and nickname anymore… but you could go on and be like… I don’t know - OH!  J.K. Tampax!  Because you’re just some Stuck Up ****!


Grace’s beautiful blue eyes dance over Jason as we can see he’s unhappy with her being out here, especially carrying on the way she is.  And it’s then - then she goes for the throat.  We all know Grace is willing to take the low road to enrage a person, but this… albeit pertinent to popular culture - is something even Jason King couldn’t have seen coming.  Grace pulls out her cell phone and aims it at the ring.

::Grace Brutal::Do you want me to accept you as you are, or do you want me to lie to myself and keep TRYING to like you?  Why don’t you just realize - anything you can do on that stick, I can do better.  And anything you think you’re capable of inside that ring - Wretch HAS and WILL do better than you.  So just lets pretend pop-culture means something for a minute, let’s just accept that equality can be a real thing… it just means that all people, from all walks of life are equally as entitled to act as self-righteous and cold hearted as you do and entirely free to say things like - “put the microphone down, Madame... before somebody in the crowd thinks they see this pretty, blonde haired, blue eyed, Porcelain skinned white lady being put in peril and calls up some crooked cops to tell them you have something dangerous in your hand." - Or Don't... that would be better, for everybody else... especially Moi!  I've already got my camera loaded up on my iPhone... so I can go get myself a million hits on Youtube when I post the viral video of your sorry ass being shot dead! 

I'm sick and tired of your fancifully fictional bullshit, son - If you want to have a real fight, Then Go Fight your dad for a Paternity tes-


With that, Grace’s microphone is cut off, so with great amusement - Grace holds the microphone down by her crotch, with the windscreen towards him - mouthing the words “Suck My Dick!” as she laughs at him.


Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: Jason King on July 11, 2016, 04:57:49 pm
Jason looks at the woman in the ring with an eyebrow raised. He then looks around his shoulder and then at the crowd pointing towards her. Then he turns back. The crowd is booing her to the point where security is holding people back from coming down to the ring. Jason takes a step back as from all around the arena people begin to throw trash at her. Wrappers, burgers, plastic cups of soda, fly into the ring as Jason moves as far as he can away from the storm.

King: ...Who are you?

The crowd cheers and laughs Jason waves them down but they still are laughing.

King: I am sorry i sorta...stopped listening half way through...it sound like you were furiously stroking someones ego but you kept throwing so many names around i just sorta lost track. Do you work here?

Jason looks the lady up and down quick and then shakes his head.

King: I mean you smell like a locker room but i don't think i've ever seen you in the ring before so...i gotta say you got me at a loss here.

Suddenly the "God is Dead" chants start filling up the arena again. But then the sound of their voices start to speed up and get high pitched. Then they slow down and get really slow. They go back and forth like this for a second. Down on the floor The Man In Black is holding a remote with a dial on it that he continues to move back and forth. Jason clears his throat.

King: I think my friend might have picked up your little device you brought with you. I gotta admit that it would have been convincing if it made any sense by any stretch of the imagination. But i will say i like the diss track on loop it was a pretty good idea. Just for next time i would get one from a more recent time because, and i know that you and so many others are seeming to have trouble understanding this, "God" isn't my thing anymore. Now i'm not saying it's still not true heh heh but it certainly seems like something i don't need to rub in peoples faces anymore ya know. Kinda like the opposite of how you treat your body, once again i am going to mention the locker room smell.

GRACE IS RACHETT *clap clap clapclapclap*
GRACE IS RACHETT *clap clap clapclapclap*

King: Here's the thing...um...seriously who are you? nah don't worry about it i am just gonna go with **** it seems to fit...

The crowd cheers again as Jasion points the crowd bar in the girls direction.

King: It takes a real piece of **** to make light of a real tragedy where real people have lost their lives. Where mothers have lost their sons and sister have lost their brothers. There is a reason that the only fans you have are the ones that air out your swamp crotch after Wretch as been in there. And that's because you are nothing...You aren't worth my **** time. The fact that you still are still around, the fact that anyone allows you to walk out here and say that to people all over the world who are actually grieving and hurting only proves my point about this whole company. You are the reason people are still burning crosses on lawns and you think you are gonna call me a racist. Well here's some real talk for you...the only one who keeps bringing up race is you. Every. time. you open. your mouth. I swear it's like the same thing. First you copy what i say and how i say it, then you spew out 87 racist and if we are lucky you say one thing about how people should not be the exact way you have been from day one because you think that it will cover your **** smell like a glade plug in. Real talk if you are a 99% Racist **** sandwich with 1% ham you don't get call yourself a ham sandwich. You think you are being "cool" and "edgy" but you literally just came out here and joked about me being shot by the police because i told everyone what they have already known...you aren't ****.

Jason moves a step close to Grace and kicks the half full beer cup in her direction. The beer doesn't get on her but she is already pretty covered from the barrage earlier.

King: No **** you aren't cool...you aren't edgy...you didn't make this crowd "hate me" with your pre-recorded bullshit tracks. No what you did was come out here and make an ass out of yourself. You are trash, you've always been trash, and now you look the part. You know what...I'm not even mad at you. You aren't worth the mental energy. Sadly enough there will always be people in this world like you. Bigoted idiots with  big mouths and a sense of unearned achievement. And the thing is you aren't even the biggest **** stain on this planet. That's right even amongst the worlds filth you don't even stand out. You are barely mediocre. I have heard better from worse people than you.

But you real can't help yourself because you're not good enough nor smart enough to do anything else. You cling desperately to the same bucket and dip into the same well every time. You can say what you want about how great your people are but at the end of the day being great when the best is not around to beat you down is just being a silver medal...and you are barely bronze on your best day.

You are sad...sad individual...and i can see now the reason why at the end of the day no real person would ever want to stay with you. If i was Wretch i would take whatever filthy love child i am sure you have made together and get as far away from you as i could. That seems to me like what any real sane person would do when dealing with you. However...it is Wretch we are talking about so who the **** knows.

you wanna come out here and stroke yourself off telling yourself how great you are, fine
you wanna come out here and make believe any of these people are on your side, be my guest
you wanna riff on my old **** and say the same thing people have been saying since day one but pretend you are clever with it, yo that's all you
**** if you wanna continue you being a rachett ass racist **** who thinks that saying enough dirty words in a row somehow makes you cool like a 14 year old middle school drop out, please by all means be my guest.

However please don't get it your head that anyone is listening because news flash....seriously i am gonna have to know your name at some point....seriously Trash you are just making yourself look sad. You got my ring all dirty by running your fat mouth. Normally i would kick the **** out of you and mop up all this mess with your hair, ring you out, and toss you in the dumpster where you belong, but I really don't feel like catching an STD and no offense girl but you are like every warning poster for those things wrapped up into one person and multiplied by about as much as you suck at talking on the mic....which is A LOT if you haven't noticed.

Jason snaps his fingers and The Man in Black tosses him the remote. Jason catches it in the same hand the crowbar is in and then looks at it before tossing it back to Grace. Jason doesn't wait to see if she catches it or not and instead makes a wide arch around her and rolls out of the ring.

King: But hey if you feel like making a bigger ass of yourself you can go right ahead. I don't know how many other outdated crowd noises you have on that thing but feel free to use em up. Everybody at home and here in Miami knows it's fake now but You obviously need this more than i do and hey you should be happy about your little buddy being given a title match he doesn't deserve. You could bring him back out and tell him how great he is...something tells me he really likes hearing you say that.

Jason turns away from the ring as Grace slips in some of the trash in ring. Jason continues down the ramp with his men behind him. He stops at the ramp next to Frederick and points back to the ring where Grace is struggling to keep her footing and the fans have once again began throwing trash at her. He smirks.

King: Yep...really classy business you are running here Freddy. You sure do know how to pick 'em. 

He shakes his head and continues to walk up the ramp towards the back and calls back to Frederick

King: Don't worry Fred. When you are ready to accept my match...i'll find you.

With that Jason and his men make their way tot he stage. Jason stops for a second to look at Derrick Trotter and down at his Absolute Title then continues on his way into the back and from their out into the world. The crowd beings to chant
BBW
       
BBW
   BBW
  BBW
         
  BBW

Even as they chuck the last of their trash into the ring. Leaving Grace, dripping  and covered with garbage.


Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: The Wretched Nobody on July 12, 2016, 12:42:55 pm
(Wow... Well since the rules are out the window and we can just assault who we want, when we want with no concern for the federation or anyone else's character development....)

The arena lights flicker - and Jason Ling wets his pants in fear.  The lights right themselves and Mr. Black is seen still giggling to himself as he massages his crotch and eerily eyeballs a child in the front row.  But behind him is the one man who he might not want to assume that position - The Wretched Nobody!  Nobody grabs up Mr. Black in A Trephination and plants him down across the guard railing very likely breaking the man's back.  Nobody then takes the remote and - much like King had, and not entirely WWG's most tech savvy man - he starts pressing buttons and accidentally plays back, word for word every chant, cheer and jubilant raving the so called "Audience" had ever rambled out for King... Basically proving that King's career was as pointless as his title run.  In frustration The Wretched Nobody pets open the mouth of Mr. Black and jams the remote down his throat, like King has with his own throbbing, Cialis inspired member so many times before.  With no microphone of further foolery - Nobody roars at King.

₩retched Nobody> At Time to Shine... Your talk is Useless!


Grace laughs hysterically in the ring at King as if anything that had happened was in any way the worst thing she's endured in life.  The lights flicker and when they come back up we see a bare naked Jason King standing before an entire arena - no trickery, no excuses and no way to alter this situation, King emits a massive gaseous eruption from his posterior that ejects an incredible, near Horse like amount of semen out onto the audience behind him - with a tiny goldfish suckling at his half inch member, tens of thousands of people all laughing at him in unison. A humiliating moment he'll surely sobbingly masturbate to later on tonight.

(Like really... You don't have a monopoly on being a prick to people and doing wtf you want to their characters.  Normally I'd have a rant - but all I'm going to say is... Smarten up, and get with the program, dude.)


Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: Jason King on July 12, 2016, 01:21:22 pm
The crowd watches as Grace stands in the ring imagining things.
Anything she could do to retaliate, any chance she had at revenge in this moment...gone with Jason and his men.
At first they assumed she was going to do or say something but instead she simply stands there...head in her own fantasy world of violence, revenge and humiliation.

She stands there so long, dripping and covered in filth, that eventually people around the stadium just begin to leave. Their faces a mix of confusion not sure how to handle the young blondes mental breakdown. She has never been what any one would call "stable" but this was something else.

Soon the only one left in the arena is Grace...standing alone with her thoughts...the ring crew simply waiting in the back for her to leave so they can finish their jobs and go home....

It is a long while before they do.

THE END



Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: The Wretched Nobody on July 13, 2016, 07:10:50 am
Just then, we're startled out of the imagination driven dreamscape that held us bound until now.  We see WWG's living legend and hall of famer, Scott Carr awake with a start in his bed at home.  His attention turns quickly to his beautiful wife and children who are all safe in the bed with him.  Carr kicks his legs over the side of the bed and rubs his hands over his face.

Carr- Christ almighty... no more spicy food before bed.  I thought Spider was an indulgent ****... but good god, the thought someone could actually be Worse than that?  That's a nightmare I don't want to deal with again.  Like who in their right mind would even script that kind of bullshit?  And.... who the **** is Jason King?  Like seriously... I spent years earning my crowd control and it was like he assumed he's owed his.  There's no way that nightmare can be real - the WWG fans just simply aren't that stupid.

Carr again looks over his shoulder as his children grow restless and wake up.

Carr- Hey... rest easy kids.  Daddy's going to go make breakfast.  I love you all very much.

With a kiss on their three foreheads he gets up and this outlandishly one sided dream sequence is finally brought to an end.


Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: Jason King on July 13, 2016, 07:14:32 am
Lol that's funny but technically the scene already ended making this "non-cannon" as my comic book friends would say :)

You should bring Scott Carr back though!


Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: The Wretched Nobody on July 13, 2016, 07:21:54 am
In storyline, he's basically a talent scout for the company and working a "Legends Contract" in which he only does special appearances.

I figured if we just flipped the difference - maybe neither of us would look like the one sided D-Bags we've been acting like in this thread.

You Feelin' me?


Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: Jason King on July 13, 2016, 07:27:03 am
It's a cool idea but no thanks
I am happy with how the scene officially ended seeing how its building into my current run
not to mention what you wrote didn't really seem like something that would be outside of a
one sided D-Bag

territory ya know?

But hey if you wanted to message me we could work out something where i could help put one of your guys over :)
Just hit me up


Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: The Wretched Nobody on July 13, 2016, 07:29:19 am
I only have the one character.  How about you?

And dude... just because you don't see a problem with how you played things, with a few handlers here - doesn't mean you handled everything right. lol. 

Like... seriously... that's exactly what I was talking about in the shoutie.  It's this "My **** is fine, you're all the assholes I'm better than" mentality that just collapses all the fun in a place like this. And it's cute you want to pretend to take the high road to cover your ass.... but it's also insulting to the intelligence of anyone with more than two working braincells.

I can at least admit when I'm an ****.  Having King cut everyone else down, sandbagging and manipulating points to make everyone look like a fool but him - it's just pointless.  You might think it's a tactic for success.... ****, I'll even admit I've seen it work for some handlers for a time.... but dude... that particular brand of cheese has an expiration date on it, you just haven't found it yet, bud.


Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: Jason King on July 13, 2016, 07:37:05 am
Jason as a few characters on his team/expanded universe
But you know that dude lol

But seriously man if you want to do another King/Wretch seg. or a King/Carr segment just like me know
im sure we could put something cool together.


Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: The Wretched Nobody on July 13, 2016, 07:40:09 am
I'm not sure King would like the sway of crowd control with Carr lol  ;D


Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: J-Dub on July 13, 2016, 08:29:23 am
King/Carr tag team?  :o


Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: The Wretched Nobody on July 13, 2016, 10:08:17 am
You really think WWG is ready for that? LoL


Title: Re: Real Talk *After Carnage 7-1-2016*
Post by: J-Dub on July 13, 2016, 10:52:26 am
Two Ego driven guys on the mic, one 7 foot legend, one just shy of 6 future hall of famer? sure why  not?