Post by bloodiedfox on Feb 14, 2021 6:05:56 GMT -5
You sure we can trust him to keep his word?
Nemo had been staring out of a fractured stained glass window, ruminating, when Nephilim asked the question. He turned to answer.
Peter? Undoubtedly. He's honourable to a fault. Quite literally, in fact. He may regret making the deal, especially considering he didn't regain the Prestige title, but he won't renege on it.
Even if he doesn't like what you ask him to do in turn?
Judging by his current state, he'll just use it to further fuel his self-loathing. Anyway, we've more current matters to deal with than my former protege.
Jonnie Valentine?
Jonnie Valentine.
Nemo had been staring out of a fractured stained glass window, ruminating, when Nephilim asked the question. He turned to answer.
Peter? Undoubtedly. He's honourable to a fault. Quite literally, in fact. He may regret making the deal, especially considering he didn't regain the Prestige title, but he won't renege on it.
Even if he doesn't like what you ask him to do in turn?
Judging by his current state, he'll just use it to further fuel his self-loathing. Anyway, we've more current matters to deal with than my former protege.
Jonnie Valentine?
Jonnie Valentine.
Jonnie Valentine.
Nemo stands in the pulpit of The Church, eyebrows knitted together in thought.
I've been trying to puzzle through management's thought process in setting this match up, and honestly I'm stumped. You abandon your tag partner and walk out on a match against my associates Desolation, and rather than face any punishment, you are in fact rewarded with a singles match against me. Unless they view having to face me as a punishment in and of itself, in which case I can only applaud them for their clear thinking, while also considering myself punished by having to listen to your inane rambling. At least Scott Steel's gibberish can be amusing. Yours, Mr Valentine, is just tedious.
Lord knows I can appreciate having issues with your tag partner...
He turns the palm of his right hand toward the camera and those with sharp eyes can see an anarchist symbol in scar tissue on it, as though carved there a long time ago. You sense there's a story behind that which is yet to be told.
...so I was prepared to keep this strictly professional. But then you felt the need to open your mouth and talk idiocy and falsehood about me.
You really shouldn't have done that.
His eyes narrow dangerously.
'Green', Mr Valentine? You assume that just because I came to the XHF Network less than a year ago I have done nothing before that. Congratulations on proving the mnemonic about assumption and donkeys correct. I've been involved in this industry for over 20 years. The scars all over my body are testament to the horrors I have seen and participated in. You get unnerved by ice hockey commentators pissing their pants, and all that tells me is that if you had seen a fraction of what I've been through you would run screaming out the door. You are babbling about fresh stitches to a man who had to have his left leg surgically reattached below the knee because some lunatic took a sword to it. You spout crap about dinner dates with 'my bird' as though this wretched industry hasn't consumed my life and left me alone; the nearest thing to family being a cynic I trained and his pet feral psychotic. You are a moron, Mr Valentine, playing the cagey veteran to an actual one without an ounce of shame or self-awareness.
He leans forward, eyes boring a hole into the camera lens.
I will make this very simple for you, Mr Valentine: you have made me angry, so I am going to hurt you very badly indeed.
Nemo stands in the pulpit of The Church, eyebrows knitted together in thought.
I've been trying to puzzle through management's thought process in setting this match up, and honestly I'm stumped. You abandon your tag partner and walk out on a match against my associates Desolation, and rather than face any punishment, you are in fact rewarded with a singles match against me. Unless they view having to face me as a punishment in and of itself, in which case I can only applaud them for their clear thinking, while also considering myself punished by having to listen to your inane rambling. At least Scott Steel's gibberish can be amusing. Yours, Mr Valentine, is just tedious.
Lord knows I can appreciate having issues with your tag partner...
He turns the palm of his right hand toward the camera and those with sharp eyes can see an anarchist symbol in scar tissue on it, as though carved there a long time ago. You sense there's a story behind that which is yet to be told.
...so I was prepared to keep this strictly professional. But then you felt the need to open your mouth and talk idiocy and falsehood about me.
You really shouldn't have done that.
His eyes narrow dangerously.
'Green', Mr Valentine? You assume that just because I came to the XHF Network less than a year ago I have done nothing before that. Congratulations on proving the mnemonic about assumption and donkeys correct. I've been involved in this industry for over 20 years. The scars all over my body are testament to the horrors I have seen and participated in. You get unnerved by ice hockey commentators pissing their pants, and all that tells me is that if you had seen a fraction of what I've been through you would run screaming out the door. You are babbling about fresh stitches to a man who had to have his left leg surgically reattached below the knee because some lunatic took a sword to it. You spout crap about dinner dates with 'my bird' as though this wretched industry hasn't consumed my life and left me alone; the nearest thing to family being a cynic I trained and his pet feral psychotic. You are a moron, Mr Valentine, playing the cagey veteran to an actual one without an ounce of shame or self-awareness.
He leans forward, eyes boring a hole into the camera lens.
I will make this very simple for you, Mr Valentine: you have made me angry, so I am going to hurt you very badly indeed.