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Post by Wade Mason on Nov 17, 2009 14:40:37 GMT -5
[Triple Threat Match] Bobby Cale Vs. Jake Venom Vs. French Montana
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Saturday November 21st at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Sunday November 22nd at 11:59pm EST Kirsten Shelley: This week, Jake Venom tries to regain himself with another match up against the man he lost to last week, French Montana. Adding to the mix will be newcomer, Bobby Cale. Will Cale make the splash and get a win? Will Montana pull off another victory or will Venom bounce back?
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Post by frenchy on Nov 18, 2009 17:47:25 GMT -5
CONTINUED… I did not join the revolution to kill people, to kill the nation. Look at me now. Am I a savage person? My conscience is clear… [/color] FRENCH MONTANA ”WHERE IS HE?!”!SMACK! The man didn’t know exactly what to do. All he knows is his job is to serve drinks to the regulars. Another fist lands on his chin for good measure. He finds his dingy brown shirt pulled over the counter of his bar in the grasp of a sneering French Montana. Pusher stands by French with about three feet of wrapped chain link on his fist. French, who’s been the sole aggressor thus far, signals to Pusher.!WWHHHAAPPP!...THUD!! In a swift swing, Pusher puts the bartender out of his misery.”…MOTHAFUCKA!”Frenchy looks around at the now stunned patrons of the bar and heads for the door”You see ol’ Jake…Tell ‘em Montana’s looking for him!!” In the bar strip scene of St. Louis, French tears out of yet another bar, leaving a trail in his wake. He seems a bit agitated and annoyed due to the people he’s come in contact with thus far. Frenchy and Pusher continue down the road towards the next bar.”…I don’t think it’s a bar man. I saw titties. Gotta be a strip club.””Well, there’s one over there…Looks like the type of rat trap Jake would sip his gay ass Captain and Cokes.””…Diet Coke.” *laughing* ”…YEEAAAA, FUCKIN RIGHT!!!”The enter a strip club called the Alaskan Bush Company, or "ABC’s" as it's known to the regulars. First through the door is Push, whose hand is still bound with the chain link. Frenchy follows him through the door while he reaches into his pants and pulls out a black and chrome .40 Springfield XD firearm. As they clear the black curtain that separates the entrance and the club Frenchy raises the gun above his head and fires, halting the currently playing music…!BANG! !BANG! !BANG! ”ATTENTION, ATTENTION!!...”A few screams and shrieks are heard around the club from the women on stage. French continues as he strolls around the club…”Nobody move!...Keep your money. Keep your titties. Keep your bullshit screaming. I WANT JAKE VENOM!...Does ANYBODY know where I can find him?”*Silence* ”NO?!? You see, just because our outcome was me being victorious…I’m not content! I’m NOT satisfied. I want more! SO, I’ll ask again…Where is JAKE VENOM?”*Silence* ”We seem to have an inability to communicate. I ask a question…I expect an answer!”French turns to a security camera located in the upper corner on the east side of the club.”Venom…I hate that you have to miss the festivities. WE’RE ALL HAVING SO MUCH FUN! It’s not enough that I beat you. NO! NO! No, it’s not the end all. We have unfinished business that we need to tend to. I feel…I feel like we were just bonding when you decided to turn your back on your opponent. I told you Venom, know your fuckin’ enemy. Know him so you can recognize him in the heat of the battle. Know him so you know what he is capable of. Know him, that you may swiftly eliminate the threat he poses. I KNEW my enemy Jake. I studied his movements and I learned his ways. I may not have cut the head off of the snake, but he isn’t happy right now… I capitalized on it, Jake. You weren’t enough alone, Jake. You needed help. You should’ve gotten a U.P.S. guy to deliver me a surprise gift. You should’ve run me down in the hallway with my back turned and brought a referee. You should’ve sent a false positive test to Mason’s door…Shit, it seems to work for everyone else around here! I knew and you KNEW that you weren’t enough, yet you put up a valiant fight…As a matter of fact Venom, we had the best fuckin’ match of the night. Had the biggest crowd reaction and the biggest move of the night…
I loved putting you through that table. It just felt…right.
No, don’t confuse your talent, Jake. Had I not been in the ring with you it would have been a bigger dud then Norton and Queef boy. I made you raise your game. I made you reach deeper than any other fight you’ve had before. I had you questioning whether or not you should have even shown your face in San Diego. But even through all that it’s not enough for me Jake. I saw what appeared to be a glimmer of hope in you. I realized that if under the proper guidance, you can too be enlightened. You can leave the ranks of the blind sighted. You will become a significant factor in the rebellion instead of one of the many that will fail. See, its not every day that I get the glimpse of anything that closely resembles my likeness, so when I get a chance to be entertained for twenty minutes by you, it impresses me. Given the release of the latest Animosity card, Wade has failed to see the beauty of our meeting. Not only did we give him the best fight of the night, but I drew a step closer towards the Revolution. But, Wade remains blind sighted…An adds this fuckin’ clown…” *in a country accent* ”…”The All American” Bobby Cale…” *normal tone* ”What the hell is that? Did he come from some comic book convention in Toronto, where he was raised by a single mother because his daddy didn’t want shit to do with him?”: See: TGW Roster. : [/color] ”…So here’s what I propose to you, Jake. I propose that we finish what we have going… Nobody cares about Bobby fuckin’ Cale. He’s a wild card that Mason didn’t know what to do with so he just decided to throw him…somewhere. I don’t know bout you Jake, but I’d rather not leave it up to chance that while we’re destroying each other, that yokel rolls one of us up. Let’s instead, play a game of smear the queer on Cale…Then once he’s bloodied and had enough, the big boys play. I can not stress enough the importance of finishing what we started boy! I’m not done showing you the light. The last time you saw the light, it was darkened about by my flying torso 5-star frog splashin’ your ass through taco bell. It’s the closest you’ve probably been to true enlightenment. I could tell by the glassy look in your eye once I lifted your lifeless body out of that wreckage, you knew who the superior man was. It was just a horse and pony show till I showcased what real ability is.
I put the revolution on a pedestal and delivered the rebellion directly to you. If the groundwork that I laid, was to be destroyed by a fuckin’ character, I would be severely, pissed off. There is plenty more that I need to do in order to pull off my vision but you, as my first victim, should be thoroughly treated to a special demonstration. A sacrifice, if you will. You escaped through the buffoonery of the officiating, not because I chose it. Now, you must see me in that same ring again…Since I’ve proven to be the superior one, I’ll lead you, Jake. Step one, actually show up. Step two, take out the American fag…Very important step Jake! Step three, look me in the eye and fight me like I know you can…I know it’s in you Jake. You can do it… Step four, return to this mound of shit and drink your ‘manly’ Captain and Cokes. It is just that easy Jake. Either you can be a predator, or you will be prey. Get down, or lay down… Come war with god.”French returns his stare to the rest of the room and raises the gun again.!BANG! !BANG! *screaming* ”…SHUT UP!!...Tell Jake I called.”
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