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Moppin 316; Serously?
Topic Started: Dec 16 2009, 10:20 PM (47 Views)
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<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
Lord almighty, my head!

The Custodian is lying down by a hotel pool, fully dressed. He has one hand up to his head, and the other rummaging around the various empty bottles around him in an attempt to find something with alcohol inside of it. After a few minutes of futile searching, he brings himself up to his feet, tottering at first, but then finally regaining his balance, and begins to walk.

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"Whew, what did I do last night? I don't even remember how the hell I even got here. Last thing I remember, I was pinning Johnny Kerosene. Hell, that could've been any day. f**k, I don't even know what day it is!"

The turns around, and looks at the pile of empty bottles he left behind him. He shakes his head in disbelief, a grin on his face.

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"Damn, that had to have been some good shit."

He begins to walk out of the poolside area, catching stares from the guests who came down to catch an afternoon swim. He winks at one of the females, causing them to move a bit faster towards the pool.

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"Damn, I've got to remember where I am. I'm coming back here."

He walks past some more people, waving goofily as he does so. He snickers as they turn around to look at him. Finally, he makes his way to the door leading inside the hotel. He pauses for a moment.

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"Huh, for some reason, something tells me that I should not go in there."

He stares at the door for a minute, trying to make up his mind. Finally, he shrugs, and walks in. He makes his way down to the lobby. As he enters the lobby, he sees one Jenny Jacobs sitting in a lobby chair.

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"f**k."

Custodian crouches down, and begins to sneak across the lobby, to avoid Jenny. He gets about halfway across, before Jenny gets out of her chair, and turns around. He drops to the floor as Jenny makes her way over, pretending to look for something.

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"Now, where did I drop that blasted contact? I swear, them pesky little buggers are gonna be the end of me."

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
"Custodian, I can see you."

He looks up and grins at Jacobs. He gets to his feet, pretending he saw Jacobs for the first time.

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
Jenny, my girl, I didn't know you were staying at this wonderful establishment as well.

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
"Uhh, I didn't know you were either."

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"Yeah, got a room poolside."

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
"Really? How much did that cost?"

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"It was free. I slept by the pool. In fact, if you go out there, you might still see all the empty beer bottles I left there."

Jenny stares at Custodian for a minute, a shocked expression on her face. Custodian shrugs and grins, and begins to walk out of the hotel.

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"Well, Jenny, glad we had this talk."

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
"Wait, Custodian."

Custodian whips around, an annoyed look on his face, as Jenny pulls out a pad of paper. When Custodian sees the pad, his expression goes from annoyed to pissed off.

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"Damn it Jenny, are you kidding me? An interview? With me in the state I‘m in? This only made my second match. Why are you all starting to hound me now? Damn paparazzi."

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
"Awe, come on. You‘re on of the newest recruits. Now I know you‘ve probably heard some rotten things about me…but I‘m really not like that."

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“You’re not a cheap whore?”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“What?!”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Damn…I only have tree fitty. What will that get me?”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“What…I am not some cheap floozy.”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Oh, so you’re an expensive whore. Wait, maybe I have my bonus cash for that win on Overdrive. Let me check.”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“You sick perv!”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Hey, I’ve done my research. I know all about you…but then again…who doesn’t know you these days. I hear you get around the locker room more than a fat kid eats candy.”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“LIES!!”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Whoa, chill out sweet cheeks. All I was wanting was an Around the World.”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“Damn it, can I just get this damned interview already.”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"Fine. But, you owe me."

The Custodian makes his way to one of the couches, and flops down on it. He puts his feet up on a very expensive-looking coffee table. One of the clerks at the front desk looks over with contempt. The Custodian flips him off as Jenny sits down in a chair across from him, pen and paper ready.

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
"Alright, first off. The, last time we saw you in the ring was two weeks ago at Overdrive, in your match against Sean Hustle and Johnny Kerosene..."

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Yeah, yeah, I won. What else you got?”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“Well, apparently you caught someone’s attention.”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Oh shit…who…DPD.”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“Who?”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Dallas Police Department.”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“…No…but why would you…”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Never mind that, get on with it.”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“You’re very impatient Mr…

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Just call me Custodian.”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“Don’t you have a normal name?”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Well, my name patch reads John…but I think I punched out that asshole the other night and stole his shirt. So yeah, Custodian will do.”


<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“May I call you Custy?”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Can I stab you with a rusty nail?”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“What…no!!”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“There’s your answer.”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“Fine. Custodian. You have a huge opportunity this week. You get to go face to face with The Ripper, McNally…”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"I already know where you're going with that. No, I don’t have any hard feelings against McNally…hell, I barely know the man. Though the name the Ripper…does concern me. They called me the Ripper once. "

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“Really?”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Yeah. I use to be the king of rippers. Let me get a bowl full of Mamma’s Home-style Chili…I make paint peel. There was one Christmas Maw and Paw couldn’t afford all that turkey and ham bullshit for the holidays, so we wound up eating Chili for Christmas. Well, it just so happened that a skunk happened to get stuck under our trailer. Well, after Christmas dinner, Paw and I had to crawl up under there to try and get it out. Well…my stomach started rolling when I was up under there…and WHOO doggies…I ripped a HUGE one…if I didn’t know any better, I think I saw that skunk crying as it ran out from under there.”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“That’s…disgusting…”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“What? How so, you were just telling me his name was the Ripper…are we not one in the same?”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“No, he’s called that for a whole other reason.”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Oh, really?”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“Yeah, McNally is dangerous…and with Beautiful Agony’s backing, he’s that much more dangerous.”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“And you don’t think I’m dangerous?”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“Well…”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“It’s because I’m a f**kin janitor isn’t it. Just because I clean up after all you CZW assholes for a living that I am incapable of being mean…or evil. Is that it?”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“No, not at all…you were after all, hired as a wrestler.”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“But you don’t think I can hack it do you?”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“I never said that.”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“No, but you thought it. Jenny, just because my best friend is a mop, and I walk in wearing a dirty jumpsuit all the time…you don‘t think I‘m a wrestler. That‘s the problem with all you aristocratic bastards out there who have never had to work a day in your life to earn a living.”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“…but…”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Oh, big word from the JANITOR right. I ain’t smart enough to use words like that am I? I’m just an uneducated hillbilly from the backwoods of Colorado right?”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
"No…”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"Hush it hot ass. You‘re listening to the Custodian now. I‘m getting tired of all the bullshit backstage…and all the heat I‘ve been getting because…I‘m just a janitor…the clean up guy. How could I ever do anything in the ring?"

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“…but…”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Don’t give me that Jenny. I know what they’re all saying back there. I’ve been cleaning the showers or putting up new shelf paper in the closets before and overheard all the jokes about a custodian in the CZW. No one takes me seriously. I’m just a fall guy…a joke. Well, who was joking last week when I not only beat one man…but two in that ring out there. Sure, my first match may not have been as successful, but still…two men…one night. That’s right…me…The Custodian. And now who’s fighting for contendership to the Ultra Violent title? Again…that’s right…me…The Custodian.”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
"Yeah, I suppose you have a point. Well, that all of the questions I have."

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"You mean I can go?"

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
"Yeah, I guess..."

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"WOOOOO!"

The Custodian hops up off the couch and heads out the front door. He stands there, for a moment, and begins to head out toward the parking lot. He turns the corner, and stops for a moment, staring at something.

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Hey buddy. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long…it was that bitch Jenny who held me up.”

The camera turns to see what had slowed Custodian. A mop is leaned up against the wall, except it doesn’t have any strands on it…just the bracket…a bald mop. It also has a smoking skull tattoo carved into it…and it has on what appears to be a vest.

<Stoned Mold Weave Moppin||Cause Moppin 316 Says So>
“…”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Yeah Stoned Mold…she is pretty hot ain’t she. Too bad I think everyone in the locker room has had more turns with her than a Ferris wheel. Sucks too…how did I miss all the excitement. I wanted a turn.”

<Stoned Mold Weave Moppin||Cause Moppin 316 Says So>
“…”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Yeah, good point. I probably was outside face down in a gutter somewhere.”

<Stoned Mold Weave Moppin||Cause Moppin 316 Says So>
“…”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Well, maybe I could get a turn later…but right now I think I pissed her off some.”

<Stoned Mold Weave Moppin||Cause Moppin 316 Says So>
“…”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“What did she want? Well Weave, I think she wanted to talk to me about this upcoming contendership I have against some guy named McNally.”

<Stoned Mold Weave Moppin||Cause Moppin 316 Says So>
“…”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Nah, I don’t know him really.”

<Stoned Mold Weave Moppin||Cause Moppin 316 Says So>
“…”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“No, it don’t surprise me that he’s trashed on me like everyone else. Guys like me can never get a break.”

<Stoned Mold Weave Moppin||Cause Moppin 316 Says So>
“…:”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Hey…you listen here Weave Moppin. I am not always on a break. I have a very busy life. All the donuts I have to taste test. I‘ve gotta keep up with the news.”

<Stoned Mold Weave Moppin||Cause Moppin 316 Says So>
“…”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“I have you know, the comic section can be very informative. Anyway, I have a wife at home. I’ve got to clean up after every Overdrive show.”

<Stoned Mold Weave Moppin||Cause Moppin 316 Says So>
“…”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“What do you mean the last time you saw me clean up something was when I shoved Broomemon up that one guys ass? Regardless, I’m talkin here…let me finish. I‘m the one with a match coming up, not you”

<Stoned Mold Weave Moppin||Cause Moppin 316 Says So>
“…”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“HEY!! Watch that back talk, or it’s straight to the wood chipper with you.”

Custodian picks up Stoned Mold Weave Moppin and starts walking down the alley.

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"Well, well, well, look who I get to face. McNally. The Ripper I‘m told. And you know what McNally, you’re just like everyone else. All you see is this dirty old man. You don’t see the real, hard working American that enters that ring every night ready to compete. You’re a big mamma jamma, that’s for sure. But all I really see is a big jerk who thinks he’s going to use some grease monkey to regain a place in the headline news of CZW. I’m just a midnight snack for you right. I’m just another body for you to destroy. Just another victim. And you know what…it’s that kind of stuff that made me decide to fill out a resume and actually try my hand at stepping in the ring. It was always a childhood dream of mine and the opportunity finally came, and of course I took it.

Well, I‘ll level with you McNally. I probably am just another victim for you. And maybe you will beat me…so what. I live, I move on…you know…the same old story….I get paid…I go home till the next show. No big deal, right? Well, for once…you are wrong. This match is a big deal, and I‘m not saying that because it‘s for contendership to some piece of metal to take up space in my broom closet. No, I‘m saying that because I‘m tired of all the shit I‘ve been hearing. I‘m tired of us working men getting no respect from our peers because we‘re not the biggest bitch in the yard…or the whiniest little girl in the company. I‘m going to use this match to let you all know…f**k YOU!! Yeah, you heard me…f**k YOU!! I signed up for this to try something new, but I never thought I‘d be looked at as some kind of outcast. I‘ve been in your locker rooms, I‘ve cleaned out your toilets…I‘ve thrown away those used condoms from the diva’s locker room. I know the business well enough to say I know each and everyone of you in one form or fashion. And now McNally, I get to know you a different way. "

The Custodian pulls his hair back and motions the camera to zoom in on a small scar above his right eye.

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"Hah, I was the only man to walk away on my free will from my triple threat last Overdrive, that’s how brutal it was. Now, I saw what happened to you a few weeks ago too. And you want to be angry with me. Me? What have I ever done to you? That wasn’t me who attacked you, that was Cage Stryker. Whew, I can see why you were pissed, I’d be too. In fact I was waiting for you to exact your revenge on him. I thought it’d be entertaining. What did you do?

Nothing.

So, here you are. I listen to you talking all big and bad about what you're gonna do to people. And in a twist of irony so cruel it makes dead baby jokes look like a Sesame Street skit, the very next show, it is you versus I for this little chance at an Ultra Violent title held by another of those straight edge weirdoes. Shoot, I thought we were both better than that. But what can you do…we don‘t sign the paychecks."

The Custodian walks out of the alley and begins to walk down a street.

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"However, I’ll give you this. I have some respect for you. You remind me of a much younger…well…me. Ruthless…crazy…insane…merciless…then you marry and have a few children…and your whole life changes. We work all those 9-5 jobs just to earn a dollar a day. We never know if we’re going to have a soft bed or be facedown in the mud from one night to the next. All the top guys keep riding in their leer jets…relax in their fancy limos…and care less if we scum of the earth live or die. As long as they still live comfortably. But then someone like…well, let’s say…a Janitor…breaks into the big leagues. The snobs feel threatened…how could the dirt beneath their feet actually be allowed to stare eye to eye with them on the same playing field. That’s blasphemy…so instead, they try to keep pushing us lower and lower on their food chain. They try to make themselves feel like Mr. Big Stuff because while their highlighting the shows, us hard workers are stuck as openers…or hell…we’re lucky to even make it on the show. They’d much rather just have us take out the trash…or clean out the sewage.

What those guys don’t know though, we are the future of this company. When those other guys get forgotten…or retire…we’ll still be standing in the spotlight. Now, as lazy as I am, I've done much less with my time here then you have. Think about it, I‘ve been around less time then you…third match…and I‘m trying to get a shot at a title, and the amount of time it took you to even be noticed career wise, I’m a contender.”

The Custodian brushes into a man, carrying a briefcase and in a suit. after the man gives him a dirty look and walks away, The Custodian pulls out a checkbook and wallet.

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"Lets see here, one blank checkbook, belong to a James Bradley, and a wallet with three credit cards and three hundred dollars, along with two false Ids and a list of money owed by crack heads? Looks like I'm not getting charges pressed against me. God, got to love those drug dealers. They cant press charges, cause then their affairs get looked into as well.

Now, where was I? Oh yeah, McNally. Come Monday, I'm gonna show the world what you really are. A Punk, who'll get the shit kicked out of him by me. And Please feel free to let your little faction pals try and get a few shots in, cause if they do, they’re gonna get their teeth busted out. End of Story!"

The Custodian darts into a bar to spend his ill-gotten earnings on alcohol and gambling. Before he gets a chance to even put the money down, resident CZW Interviewer Jenny Jacobs again runs up to him.

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
"Uhh, Hey The, I’d like to ask you a few more questions..."

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"Hah, If i had a dollar for every time I was asked that, Jenny my darling, well…I‘d have like three dollars. That’s enough for a couple of drafts. But, I'm feeling generous today, so I'll be happy to answer some more of your bullshit questions."

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
"Uhh, okay. First, what are you thoughts on your match last Overdrive?"

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"Damn it Jenny, haven’t we already been through this…I won…nuff said.”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“Sorry. Just tryin to get the ball rolling.”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Do you really want me to go there Jenny?”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
"No, not really..."

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"Good, I didn’t have any perverse innuendo comments for ya if you did."

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
"Uhh, okay. You have McNally this week on Overdrive. You thoughts on him?"

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"Jacobs, my thoughts on that punk-ass little bitch are already documented. He's going to be a thorn in my side, albeit a little one. If you think about it, I’ll probably cause more problems for him then he does me."

"<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
Uhh, yeah, I think you will..."

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"Shut up. Yep, this is the match I've been waiting for. A chance to finally quiet the jokes and comments backstage. Me and McNally, two men who will the future of this company facing off. It'll be a hell of a match."

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
"That’s for sure. Care to tell us your side of these upcoming events, then? Or perhaps go into a little more detail on the backstage rumors. You speak of respect about him…but according to inside sources…last week you were heard saying some things a little differently."

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"That was Weave Moppin, not me, but why not? Sure, I’ll tell you what we were talking about. I'm relaxing backstage, drinking a little water, when that lumbering Weave Moppin comes up. I think I said 'I've seen better singles matches from Senior citizens drugged up on meds'. Then I insinuated that his mother was a crack head 50-cent whore. Then, I found out that Moppin pissed on his bags. Nothing to get worked up about, right?"


<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
"Well, that's debatable..."

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
"Your opinion. Anyway, he gets into my face and starts laying into me right? Calling me all sorts of shit. Of course, I was doing it right back to him, so I suppose it didn’t matter. Next thing I know, he swung at me. I ducked it, and threw a right of my own that connected, and the fight was on. Took Moppin and seven backstage workers to pull me off of him."

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“Are you drunk Custodian?”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Maybe.”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“McNally doesn’t recall any of that. As a matter of fact, I don’t think he has ever even laid eyes on you.”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Who you gonna believe, him…or your Sugar Daddy Custodian?”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“Aren’t you married?”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Not happily, but what’s that got to do with anything?”

<CZW’s Easiest||Jenny Jacobs>
“Never mind, well, that’s all the questions I have for you Custodian. Thank you for your time.”

Jenny hurriedly walks away.

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Call me! Yeah Stoned Mold, she digs me.”

<Stoned Mold Weave Moppin||Cause Moppin 316 Says So>
“…”

<Does He Ever Work||Custodian>
“Whatever, what do you know? Just because you’re a permanent wood means shit.”

Custodian picks up Moppin and begins to walk over to the black jack table.

The Following are internal musings from the mind of The Custodian. Please, don’t lean on that, trust me, you don’t want to touch anything while you're in here. Thank you.

Victory.

What does it really mean? Sure, I could go out there and beat someone ass, but they'll just cheat to win and defeat the whole purpose of competition. People like McNally are what’s killing Wrestling, and I'm sick of it.

Sure, I go out there, and the people don’t have to like me. This ain’t high school, I don’t care whether they like me or not. However, I do try to win the match up fair and square, on my own. It's something I've prided myself in. But, what good will it do if anyone can walk in here and just fly past people who've worked hard for where they are.

And its not like I've done nothing with my career. But, it means nothing. I'm still looked down on and treated like dirt. Sure, I do things that deserve it, but something don’t sit right with me.

They call me a joke.

Yes, they, those people that those inbred fans love and scream their hearts out for, call me, a man who had to fight every day just to be alive, a joke. If only the fans saw what I get to see in the ring. They come out, bathe in the cheers of the fans, then brush them off when they want a autograph. They do not realize that without those people, they would not be here. Of course, that doesn't apply to me, as no one could care less about me, which is the way I want it.

They call me a Shadow.

Lurking behind Moppin, they say. Second Fiddle, I've been called. Well, in a way, they are correct. I am a shadow. No one thinks twice about me. They think I'm a walk in the park, a easy win. But I’ve proven them all wrong. They get in the ring, and this shadow pushes them to the furthest limits that their bodies have ever known. Win, lose, or draw, no one walks out of the ring the same after facing me. I thought I had respect. Maybe, they wouldn’t think I'm a joke.

Or so I thought.

For you see, its when I’m not noticeable is when I hurt the hardest. No one thought anything of me before last show. Before I survived a triple threat against two capable opponents. Before I was a contender.

I am the first shot.

Yes, I m going to be the one to change CZW…clean it up so to speak. Yes, me. Dumb Custodian, who gets pushed around by everyone, will bring you a new Revolution…a revolution that shows the fans…wrestling is more than just sports entertainment…more than spandex and tights…more than flashy colors…pyrotechnics…and characters. It‘s a living…a way of life.

Genius, in a imbecile's body.

That's what I am. I've fooled many for so long. You foolish men and women, walking blind to the truth. Every move I made was for a reason. Every stupid thing I did, had a purpose. One, single purpose.

To Blind the world.

It's said the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist. And so, in that same vein, I convinced the world that I was not a part of the brains. That I was just a lackey, following orders.

Open your eyes, and see the Truth.

Have you ever wonder why a simple Custodian stepped in the ring.

CZW sees that the landscape has changed. It’s dark times opened its eyes. None can stand to the might of The Hard Workers. The true American heroes. Not those who claim to be a hero of the people…or a hero of themselves. It’s the firefighters…the police…the emergency workers…and yes…the maintenance men.

I have business to take care of.

McNally is a thorn in my side I‘m going to have to pluck out. Hopefully, once I defeat him, I can prove what I am saying about myself. That I am half of the future of this company. That my Legacy will get greater.

But every hero, must face trials

McNally, you are step one on my route to greatness. Many have wondered when a simple custodian would play in the upper tiers. Fortunately for me I got it here, and any other day of the week you would probably soundly beat me. But now?

I don’t think so.

While you'll be stuck in this rut of a career, I'll be on top of the world, reigning high. You, are just a boulder in the path, a small piece of the greater picture. Am I worried. Certainly, I am no fool. But at the end of the match, only one man's hand will be raised.

Mine.

I hate monikers, but at first, I thought I‘d have one. The Handy Man Custodian. All the big guys had one, why not me. Well, now I see clearly. No more do I walk in darkness, for I see the light.

The Light is Truth.

And once again, I take up the name, nay, the title of The Voice of Truth. For from my voice, the people shall hear The Truth. I am the Herald of a New Revolution, one that will continue on long after I am gone. I see the future of this company, and it was dying. Dying, because the new blood it requires is being held back by the old guard. Alan Fiscus, Godzilla Sawyer, Brian Blaze, Brian Kirkland, Cage Stryker, Jesse Montana, Ace King…all great champions, but they were the only ones we've had in this entire company's history.

The time has come, for a new hope.

Men like Johnny Kerosene, Sean Hustle, Andrew Clash, Ryan Shane, and myself. Despite all of our difference, we each have a common goal. Each of us wants that one thing that all want.

The World Title.

But, I am a patient man. McNally, once I take care of you, then I'll set my sights higher. But, for now, I'm more than happy to take care of a little problem. I've heard what you've said before, and there is only one thing I can say.

Lies.

You can call me a failure, you can say I'm in someone's shadow, you can claim you can beat me. All lies. I am not a failure, but a master in cerebral warfare. you have to lose a bit, to gain a lot in the end. And being in someone's shadow? Pure jealousy in me having better luck at opponents than you. And to claim you can beat me?

I don’t think so.

McNally, bring whoever you want to the ring on Monday. I hope you bring you're A game, because you're in for the fight of you're life. For you see, I am reborn. No more will I walk blinded to the Truths of this world.

The Voice of Truth has come.

Why? Because Moppin 3:16 says so.



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