Post by joe on Apr 17, 2006 16:45:05 GMT -5
Scene opens in front of an NDP/Evolution.R banner as we have a tall man, black hair in jeans, a t-shirt reading "BRAINBUSTER REALLY WORKS!" and looking generally unpleasant grins into a camera... wrestler Flip Staley, half of NDP's most epic of epic dream matches stands defiant, and begins speaking...
[Flip Staley:] Just when I think I'm done with that floating diseased turd of a promotion, NDP finds some way to make me stick around just a little bit longer...
I'm not going to pretend any of you like me, and y'know what? That's just fine and dandy by me. Because sometimes, a man has a higher calling than "like" or "dislike" can cover - something so important that no amount of internet chat room hatred can make a man shy away.
I'm talking about Jason Wesley.
...I can't walk away from (Fire) pro wrestling into the world of MMA until I have finished my business with this man. Do you remember, Wesley? How many times we've clashed, how many times I've been the victor? I won't lie to you; winning is the furthest thing from my mind here. I don't even really care about losing - this is about FINISHING; and when the bell rings on that match, I will have walk away, as we will have FINALLY closed the book on the story of "Flip Staley v. Jason Wesley" - and while all the little tape traders are snuggled warm in their parent's basements putting together their personal "History of the Feud" tapes to sell to their other little tape trader friends, I will move on, happily.
Happy because no matter the result of this match? I'm done with NDP. I'm done with pretending to care about wrestling someone like Matt Shane, pretending to care that Colleen Dramesi dropped her last name so she's SUDDENLY a contender to any championship she wants. Tired of pretending that Gene Starr is a tough guy, pretending that Boss motosada is worth listening to.
Thursday, Jason. Thursday, I am done, I am free. And if you're going to NDP to be their savior, well, they're getting a broken toy in it's place.
...and maybe the a certain someone in PW-Wild can watch: God lives in these fists, DiJon Dejuan. Maybe you'll learn how to throw a real punch.
Scene fades.
[Flip Staley:] Just when I think I'm done with that floating diseased turd of a promotion, NDP finds some way to make me stick around just a little bit longer...
I'm not going to pretend any of you like me, and y'know what? That's just fine and dandy by me. Because sometimes, a man has a higher calling than "like" or "dislike" can cover - something so important that no amount of internet chat room hatred can make a man shy away.
I'm talking about Jason Wesley.
...I can't walk away from (Fire) pro wrestling into the world of MMA until I have finished my business with this man. Do you remember, Wesley? How many times we've clashed, how many times I've been the victor? I won't lie to you; winning is the furthest thing from my mind here. I don't even really care about losing - this is about FINISHING; and when the bell rings on that match, I will have walk away, as we will have FINALLY closed the book on the story of "Flip Staley v. Jason Wesley" - and while all the little tape traders are snuggled warm in their parent's basements putting together their personal "History of the Feud" tapes to sell to their other little tape trader friends, I will move on, happily.
Happy because no matter the result of this match? I'm done with NDP. I'm done with pretending to care about wrestling someone like Matt Shane, pretending to care that Colleen Dramesi dropped her last name so she's SUDDENLY a contender to any championship she wants. Tired of pretending that Gene Starr is a tough guy, pretending that Boss motosada is worth listening to.
Thursday, Jason. Thursday, I am done, I am free. And if you're going to NDP to be their savior, well, they're getting a broken toy in it's place.
...and maybe the a certain someone in PW-Wild can watch: God lives in these fists, DiJon Dejuan. Maybe you'll learn how to throw a real punch.
Scene fades.