Post by bloodiedfox on Jun 12, 2024 5:59:32 GMT -5
A rubbish bin sits empty and still. Suddenly, a voice from offscreen:
Kobe!
The balled up wad of a referee shirt sails in from the right, landing directly in the receptacle. The camera pans across to point of origin, revealing a topless Bloodied Fox, sitting on a locker room bench; the scene apparently not too long after show's end.
You know, I figured I'd have competition to be the biggest thorn in your side, Donzig. God knows you've pissed off enough people in your time. I just never thought the biggest competitor would be you.
He runs a hand through his sweat-dampened hair and gives a somewhat theatrical sigh.
All you had to do was let go of the hold. Kasper was out. You were going to win by referee stoppage. Hell, even if you didn't trust me to do that you could have just pinned her right after; there was no way she was going to kick out. But no, that would have meant you'd have to acknowledge I had the authority in that situation and your precious pride just couldn't handle that, could it? You'd be the W:UK world champion if you'd just let the hold go. Instead you refused and got DQed. You snatched defeat from the jaws of victory. Bra-fucking-vo.
Fox does a few moments of slow motion applause to really drive home the contempt.
Now I'm sure you'll insist that this was all some plan by me to screw you over because you're the unstoppable scourge and blah blah blah. Fine, don't self-reflect. Keep being angry. It just makes my life easier. The madder you get, the dumber you act. The dumber you act, the less strenuous time I have outwitting you.
Case in point, the six man Dallas Street Fight we've now got coming up. I'm sure you're going to insist that the rulebook going out the window tilts the odds in your favour, but what happened the last time we faced each other in that environment? I didn't just beat you, Donnie; they had to pull me off you to save your miserable life. Given how you treat this company and everyone in it, do you think anyone's gonna bother to do that this time?
A rhetorically questioning look is there for a brief time to punctuate, before he continues.
And don't count on your goon squad saving you. It was pretty obvious to everyone with eyes that my allies had OBS' number before you decided to stick your oar in. Weird how talented, independent minded young wrestlers beat brainwashed brutes every time, hmmm? Well weird to the stupid at least. And given how mad you are right now, stupid is exactly what you are.
Fox leans forward, eyes narrowing dangerously.
And dead is what you're going to be.
Kobe!
The balled up wad of a referee shirt sails in from the right, landing directly in the receptacle. The camera pans across to point of origin, revealing a topless Bloodied Fox, sitting on a locker room bench; the scene apparently not too long after show's end.
You know, I figured I'd have competition to be the biggest thorn in your side, Donzig. God knows you've pissed off enough people in your time. I just never thought the biggest competitor would be you.
He runs a hand through his sweat-dampened hair and gives a somewhat theatrical sigh.
All you had to do was let go of the hold. Kasper was out. You were going to win by referee stoppage. Hell, even if you didn't trust me to do that you could have just pinned her right after; there was no way she was going to kick out. But no, that would have meant you'd have to acknowledge I had the authority in that situation and your precious pride just couldn't handle that, could it? You'd be the W:UK world champion if you'd just let the hold go. Instead you refused and got DQed. You snatched defeat from the jaws of victory. Bra-fucking-vo.
Fox does a few moments of slow motion applause to really drive home the contempt.
Now I'm sure you'll insist that this was all some plan by me to screw you over because you're the unstoppable scourge and blah blah blah. Fine, don't self-reflect. Keep being angry. It just makes my life easier. The madder you get, the dumber you act. The dumber you act, the less strenuous time I have outwitting you.
Case in point, the six man Dallas Street Fight we've now got coming up. I'm sure you're going to insist that the rulebook going out the window tilts the odds in your favour, but what happened the last time we faced each other in that environment? I didn't just beat you, Donnie; they had to pull me off you to save your miserable life. Given how you treat this company and everyone in it, do you think anyone's gonna bother to do that this time?
A rhetorically questioning look is there for a brief time to punctuate, before he continues.
And don't count on your goon squad saving you. It was pretty obvious to everyone with eyes that my allies had OBS' number before you decided to stick your oar in. Weird how talented, independent minded young wrestlers beat brainwashed brutes every time, hmmm? Well weird to the stupid at least. And given how mad you are right now, stupid is exactly what you are.
Fox leans forward, eyes narrowing dangerously.
And dead is what you're going to be.