Post by EmbodimentOfFear on Sept 2, 2010 20:35:17 GMT -5
August 30
My suspicions have proven accurate. Tonight I was besmirched by the uncouth savages that call themselves the Royal First Battalion. Their actions, as irritating as they were, are a meaningless footnote when compared to the headline. Alan has returned.
In retrospect, it should have come as little shock. Where his sister goes, Alan is never far behind. I should have anticipated this from the first moment that Arcadia Fernandez first showed her face in my locker room.
Alan’s full intentions remain unknown to me, but I will accept this olive branch from an old friend for the time being. Eight years ago I played a role in Alan’s victory at Outlast, when he climbed to the top of the mountain. Perhaps he feels it is time to repay the debt.
In the meantime, I must contend with a total of twenty four possible challengers. They must all be given their due attention.
August 31
There are those among us that embrace our role in life. Sometimes that is something to be admired and commended. Other times your name is Enigma. He is proud of his status as an underdog, which is like saying you feel comfortable with the boot pressed on your neck. Some people make careers out of having the odds stacked against them on a daily basis. Some people also liked to be bound and gagged while being whipped, and as I write it I realize what his attraction to Sheena must be.
Of course, Enigma’s choices to fill out the rest of his team only reinforce his status, and it appears to be intentional. Someone should let him know that it would be faster to just take a razor to his own wrists, although Sheena would probably slap him around for doing it and make him clean up his own mess.
September 1
Few people cause me to feel discomfort in quite the way that John Russo does. Seeing Arcadia recently reminds me of all of it. I remind myself of how I once labeled Russo as being an embodiment of envy, when the bitter truth was that I found myself envious of him. It would likely come as a surprise to much of my field of contenders, but there are few whom I wish to see eliminated in their qualifying match more than John Russo. Whether you take into account his recent behavior and underground activities, or his past achievements with the Cross-Hemisphere, winning the 2008 Lord of the Ring Tournament, or his once-upon-a-time defeat of myself in Triple Table Turmoil, this man is dangerous, and at times unpredictable.
Unlike his partner, Kyle Tacker. Where Tacker goes, his brass knuckles follow. If ever there was a candidate for a person certain to get himself disqualified at Outlast, here he is. I wouldn’t be surprised if he falls on the sword and takes one for the team to help Russo advance. He’d probably like it. Yet even when it comes to that which is his supposed speciality, the hardcore environment, Tacker is second rate at best. Yes, he was a 3-Time LWF Havok Champion, including a victory in the infamous Three Levels of Hell cage, but the first time that championship graced my waist, it was at his expense.
The Brick City Boyz would have some real potential if they ever had their heart in it. Felix was at the top of his game last February when he won the World Championship. Too bad he fizzled and passed it on to one of the biggest disappointments I’ve seen in my ten year career. The Brick City Boyz are taking over a garbage can near you.
September 2
I stumbled upon an amusing vignette on the interweb today. My first thought was that Kiseragi was trying to imitate and one-up Pierce’s old trick of interviewing himself or playing multiple roles on his own show, and then I realized that the two people sitting at the desk were in fact two different people. I think I can hardly be blamed for my confusion. What I came to realize is that none of the assembled teams at Outlast is as united as “Team Hero.” Kiseragi has done an impressive job of assembling a cohesive unit around himself, but Outlast is an event where all alliances must inevitably break down. What I realize when I watch Kiseragi, a person whom so recently I respected and praised, is that this proud and once admirable man has allowed his rival to tear him down to his own level. There is little honor in what Kiseragi has done, and I still think he was trying to grab my junk last week.
There are many who would call Jet Somers unpredictable. All that I see are dominos falling. I see the natural progression of a process that began at Revolution and has spiraled forwards. As focused as this team seems to be, it would be of little surprise if this night ends with Somers planting a knife in his captain’s own back. Or biting his sausage. They’d probably both like it.
There are few things that make a person look more foolish than playing an air guitar. Playing air drums is one of them.
August 3
I’m not sure what bothers me more, that Pierce actually went ahead and called his squad “Team Pierce” or that it actually isn’t the worst team name of the bunch. For the past few weeks Pierce has discussed what he deems stupid competitions. This from a person that for a year carried around a title belt that he named after himself. I am tempted to watch for what Pierce does in response to Team Hero’s antics from yesterday, but then I remember that I don’t really care.
Pierce has pulled Medos back out of the mothballs and is using him as a partner. I made the mistake once of underestimating the British Lionheart, and now I have to live with the reality that he beat me at my own match. Fortunately, with Pierce pulling his strings and the level of competition that he is up against, I don’t anticipate him having an opportunity to upset me a second time.
Alan’s inclusion on this team is fascinating. As flippant and annoying as he is, Pierce worked to recruit known commodities to his team, and he may well have struck gold here. Again, without knowing Alan’s motives, it is difficult to anticipate his behavior. He could prove to be a blessing or a curse. He has been both before.
I can’t help but wonder if in his final recruitment Pierce thought he was gaining a Keifer Sutherland, angry and drunken after being denied by a stripper.
August 4
I wonder how many brain cells died to come up with the name “Team Five.” I truly wonder if the only thing holding Prescott back from achieving his former glories is the anchors that he insists on tying around his own ankles. The fact that Prescott is able to even make sense of his partner’s ravings suggests the man is himself brain damaged.
My understanding of Daniel Hanson is he was even more uncouth and inappropriate than Joshman on his worst day, which is saying something. I suspect his participation in this event will be about as successful as Joshman’s was, back in 2003 when Sergeant Savage repeated introduced his face to the ringside floor.
I’m as theatrical as the next man, and am certainly appreciative of the effort, but the whole revived from the dead thing is a bit much. Of course, I’ve also known multiple people that claimed to be a demon spawned from the depths of hell, all of whom believed it, and at least one of whom was shocked to discover he really just had a metal plate in his head. They were probably all just escaped mental patients. That doesn’t even include Psycho Charlie, whom LWF actually imported from an insane asylum in chains and a Hannibal mask, and Lock thought it was a good idea at the time. But I digress.
August 5
I think I keep my ego in check better than most, but even I can’t restrain my emotions concerning Team TWiSTeD. Do I want to see him embarrassed, or would I rather do it myself?
The Royal First Battalion is little more than fodder in this match, and their partners have likely done so intentionally. I suppose they are more useful than a cardboard cutout.
Travis Roberts is a flawed man. I’m sure there are few that would argue that aside from Roberts himself. I have watched over the past few months as he found himself isolated and alone, thinking the world was plotting against him, finding himself unable to trust. Now they would have us believe it was all a ruse, but a cut this deep bleeds through anything.
Enigma, Somers, and Prescott. Russo, Pierce, and Roberts. Montana, Daiuske, and Hanson. It could be any combination of opponents that stand before me when I enter the ring on Monday night. None vex me as Hastings has. Yet of all the outcomes, all the permutations, of all the possible combinations, there is but one, inevitable outcome. Hastings will
[glow=navy,1,500]Look behind you! A 3-Headed Monkey![/glow]
Dang.
My suspicions have proven accurate. Tonight I was besmirched by the uncouth savages that call themselves the Royal First Battalion. Their actions, as irritating as they were, are a meaningless footnote when compared to the headline. Alan has returned.
In retrospect, it should have come as little shock. Where his sister goes, Alan is never far behind. I should have anticipated this from the first moment that Arcadia Fernandez first showed her face in my locker room.
Alan’s full intentions remain unknown to me, but I will accept this olive branch from an old friend for the time being. Eight years ago I played a role in Alan’s victory at Outlast, when he climbed to the top of the mountain. Perhaps he feels it is time to repay the debt.
In the meantime, I must contend with a total of twenty four possible challengers. They must all be given their due attention.
August 31
There are those among us that embrace our role in life. Sometimes that is something to be admired and commended. Other times your name is Enigma. He is proud of his status as an underdog, which is like saying you feel comfortable with the boot pressed on your neck. Some people make careers out of having the odds stacked against them on a daily basis. Some people also liked to be bound and gagged while being whipped, and as I write it I realize what his attraction to Sheena must be.
Of course, Enigma’s choices to fill out the rest of his team only reinforce his status, and it appears to be intentional. Someone should let him know that it would be faster to just take a razor to his own wrists, although Sheena would probably slap him around for doing it and make him clean up his own mess.
September 1
Few people cause me to feel discomfort in quite the way that John Russo does. Seeing Arcadia recently reminds me of all of it. I remind myself of how I once labeled Russo as being an embodiment of envy, when the bitter truth was that I found myself envious of him. It would likely come as a surprise to much of my field of contenders, but there are few whom I wish to see eliminated in their qualifying match more than John Russo. Whether you take into account his recent behavior and underground activities, or his past achievements with the Cross-Hemisphere, winning the 2008 Lord of the Ring Tournament, or his once-upon-a-time defeat of myself in Triple Table Turmoil, this man is dangerous, and at times unpredictable.
Unlike his partner, Kyle Tacker. Where Tacker goes, his brass knuckles follow. If ever there was a candidate for a person certain to get himself disqualified at Outlast, here he is. I wouldn’t be surprised if he falls on the sword and takes one for the team to help Russo advance. He’d probably like it. Yet even when it comes to that which is his supposed speciality, the hardcore environment, Tacker is second rate at best. Yes, he was a 3-Time LWF Havok Champion, including a victory in the infamous Three Levels of Hell cage, but the first time that championship graced my waist, it was at his expense.
The Brick City Boyz would have some real potential if they ever had their heart in it. Felix was at the top of his game last February when he won the World Championship. Too bad he fizzled and passed it on to one of the biggest disappointments I’ve seen in my ten year career. The Brick City Boyz are taking over a garbage can near you.
September 2
I stumbled upon an amusing vignette on the interweb today. My first thought was that Kiseragi was trying to imitate and one-up Pierce’s old trick of interviewing himself or playing multiple roles on his own show, and then I realized that the two people sitting at the desk were in fact two different people. I think I can hardly be blamed for my confusion. What I came to realize is that none of the assembled teams at Outlast is as united as “Team Hero.” Kiseragi has done an impressive job of assembling a cohesive unit around himself, but Outlast is an event where all alliances must inevitably break down. What I realize when I watch Kiseragi, a person whom so recently I respected and praised, is that this proud and once admirable man has allowed his rival to tear him down to his own level. There is little honor in what Kiseragi has done, and I still think he was trying to grab my junk last week.
There are many who would call Jet Somers unpredictable. All that I see are dominos falling. I see the natural progression of a process that began at Revolution and has spiraled forwards. As focused as this team seems to be, it would be of little surprise if this night ends with Somers planting a knife in his captain’s own back. Or biting his sausage. They’d probably both like it.
There are few things that make a person look more foolish than playing an air guitar. Playing air drums is one of them.
August 3
I’m not sure what bothers me more, that Pierce actually went ahead and called his squad “Team Pierce” or that it actually isn’t the worst team name of the bunch. For the past few weeks Pierce has discussed what he deems stupid competitions. This from a person that for a year carried around a title belt that he named after himself. I am tempted to watch for what Pierce does in response to Team Hero’s antics from yesterday, but then I remember that I don’t really care.
Pierce has pulled Medos back out of the mothballs and is using him as a partner. I made the mistake once of underestimating the British Lionheart, and now I have to live with the reality that he beat me at my own match. Fortunately, with Pierce pulling his strings and the level of competition that he is up against, I don’t anticipate him having an opportunity to upset me a second time.
Alan’s inclusion on this team is fascinating. As flippant and annoying as he is, Pierce worked to recruit known commodities to his team, and he may well have struck gold here. Again, without knowing Alan’s motives, it is difficult to anticipate his behavior. He could prove to be a blessing or a curse. He has been both before.
I can’t help but wonder if in his final recruitment Pierce thought he was gaining a Keifer Sutherland, angry and drunken after being denied by a stripper.
August 4
I wonder how many brain cells died to come up with the name “Team Five.” I truly wonder if the only thing holding Prescott back from achieving his former glories is the anchors that he insists on tying around his own ankles. The fact that Prescott is able to even make sense of his partner’s ravings suggests the man is himself brain damaged.
My understanding of Daniel Hanson is he was even more uncouth and inappropriate than Joshman on his worst day, which is saying something. I suspect his participation in this event will be about as successful as Joshman’s was, back in 2003 when Sergeant Savage repeated introduced his face to the ringside floor.
I’m as theatrical as the next man, and am certainly appreciative of the effort, but the whole revived from the dead thing is a bit much. Of course, I’ve also known multiple people that claimed to be a demon spawned from the depths of hell, all of whom believed it, and at least one of whom was shocked to discover he really just had a metal plate in his head. They were probably all just escaped mental patients. That doesn’t even include Psycho Charlie, whom LWF actually imported from an insane asylum in chains and a Hannibal mask, and Lock thought it was a good idea at the time. But I digress.
August 5
I think I keep my ego in check better than most, but even I can’t restrain my emotions concerning Team TWiSTeD. Do I want to see him embarrassed, or would I rather do it myself?
The Royal First Battalion is little more than fodder in this match, and their partners have likely done so intentionally. I suppose they are more useful than a cardboard cutout.
Travis Roberts is a flawed man. I’m sure there are few that would argue that aside from Roberts himself. I have watched over the past few months as he found himself isolated and alone, thinking the world was plotting against him, finding himself unable to trust. Now they would have us believe it was all a ruse, but a cut this deep bleeds through anything.
Enigma, Somers, and Prescott. Russo, Pierce, and Roberts. Montana, Daiuske, and Hanson. It could be any combination of opponents that stand before me when I enter the ring on Monday night. None vex me as Hastings has. Yet of all the outcomes, all the permutations, of all the possible combinations, there is but one, inevitable outcome. Hastings will
[glow=navy,1,500]Look behind you! A 3-Headed Monkey![/glow]
Dang.
0.o
