Post by Ro on Aug 3, 2008 11:18:52 GMT -5
VCW 1.3 WEEKLY AWARDS![/B][/SIZE]
And now, after the long wait, we bring you our VCW Weekly Awards. Tonight we shall reveal the awards for our first Pay-Per-View: Crimson Dawn! It was a great show, and everyone seemed to take a step in the right direction. Without further ado, here are you awards for Crimson Dawn:
VCW Trash Talker of the Week
I have spent some time wondering whether to dignify your comments with responses. At length, I have decided that while it may not be worth the effort to impress upon you why you are fools (since that end of the spectrum has already has already been covered, both by Ares, and myself, to a degree), I shall instead defend myself by the countless paroxisms pointed at me from the masses.
Please do not mistake my following comments for a need to prove myself to you, since I have made it abundantly clear that the opinions of those here don't reflect on my esteem in any way. I pointed out much earlier that Ares' opinion of me has no bearing, and I hold him in higher regard than the rest of you, for reasons that should go without saying. Call it verbal fellatio, if you must. I shall simply call it a small degree of respect for a man's skills, because that is what it is.
I would first like to thank Mr. Austin for explaining to me the reasoning behind my own actions. I often forget that one of the amazing abilities of a jobber is to see into the minds of others. Or perhaps that is an ability of a rapist. I don't think it much matters, because it is manifested in a man who is categorized by both.
I believe that my explanation for my motives of speaking would be sufficient enough, but apparently I was mistaken. It upsets me when I see men bereft of the gift of intellectualism. For some, intellect is what separates men from monkeys. (OOC: That one's for you Bmore. Hope you enjoy it)
I am not here out of some sense of malice, or even to try to keep up with Ares. Why would I want to keep up with him? He and I are on two different tracks of life. I am not here to poke fun at you. In fact, I used to be just like you guys. Then, my testicles descended and I became a man. With such a change, I was also gifted with an ability to construct rational thoughts and verbalize them in such a manner to give them merit.
I am here to help navigate you all on the path to becoming intellectual beings, and for that, I ask no words of thanks. I don't even ask for words or thoughts of respect. I ask nothing in return aside from the recognition of my motive. I realize it may be difficult for some of you, but in time, after your minds have been more cultivated, you might see things as they are. So, Austin, while you might not realize it, it is a decided fact that you do need me.
On the other regard, I did in fact have a wife, but alas, she is dead now. I would not give you the location of the grave for fear of your desecration of her corpse. But I did not make a mistake by speaking to you, for no man is a lost cause, no matter how much they pride themselves on it.
Mortus, if you mistake my words of frustration as 'lingering in the fields of moral greyness,' as you so poetically refer to it, then perhaps you are not so enlightened as you fancy yourself to be. Were you so learned as you represent, then you would know that all things are grey and that black and white do not exist. Call me a romantic, or a philospher, or whatever condescending term you may attribute to it, but I see nothing but a world of grey, where there is no such extremes as good and evil.
The only such distinguishments are between law and chaos. I have not sided myself with Ares, nor anyone else for that matter, but as previously stated, I respect his abilities and the fact that he is as close to an antithesis of myself as I will likely find in this world. I chose my words and action based upon the Code and the Measure; these things guide me on my journey, in all things. Especially battle.
Drew Michaels, just because war has made you into a monster at some time, you should not assume that it does so to all. Men make their own destinies and choose their own actions. The strength of some men's resolve are weaker than that of others. Chivalry guides men in all things, but they must follow it stringently and repent for its violation. In this, I agree with Onkar, who I may have underestimated.
Bmore, I do follow the codes of Chivalry, though I would not expect you to know that, for you have only seen me here and watched me in the ring. Take my word or leave it, I do not care. I believe that some time ago I stated that I had been insulted and chided by men much better than Ares and still plunged on, unheeding of their serpentine tongues. What makes you believe that your petty words are any different?[/color]
This week, Feyd Brisbane showed that his skills in the locker room are just as good as those in the ring. He waited until everyone had said their piece, then proceeded to refute them thoroughly and eloquently. The above is only a sample of the witty banter from him, and hopefully he will continue to turn out barbs like these.
Since long winded speeches are the matter of the day I have an issue that needs to be addressed. This issue has weighed long and heavy on my mind, and I do believe it is a growing issue within this VCW locker room. Yet again it is my personal monkey B = Less that has brought this out into the open, and I feel obligated to show the world how very wrong he is.
This issue of course being the statement "Go fuck yourself".
My people, this statement has no reason to be issued, especially not in conjunction with my name, but even with lesser names. First there is the fact that many among us would not wish to fuck themselves. We have an assortment of ugly ugly men, others with very low self esteem, and another who is a rapist.
Firstly why would an ugly man desire himself, he is ugly, uglier than Oprah after her fifteenth failed Botox injection. Surely he would conform to standard norms and want to find someone at least a small percentage better than himself to insert his ugly ugly phallus into? Of course this may fail and he may be relegated to another equally ugly partner. Would he not wish to give two ugly people that ugly pleasure than to hog it to himself. It is a proven fact that ugly people are more likely to share as they wish their betters (ie me) would do with them (though we never would). So my friends, the uglies would not fuck themselves, no they would prefer to give their ugly seed to another.
Next come the low self esteem people of our locker room. These people would not fuck themselves. Not because they couldn't, but because they fear the rejection. What would happen if they got themselves all horned up and retarded strong and went to put the finish moves on themselves, and they refused? I mean for people with low self esteem this would be a dramatic failure, to deny themselves even though they want it. My god, this is reason for suicide. So no, these chicken shit bastards are relegated to watching bad porn while staring at their hand wondering why god has forsaken them.
Finally we come to a rapist. Dude can't be an attacker and a victim without being a schizophrenic. Unless he is action pack full of issues more than we ever assumed his act of love takes two to tango, consciousness optional.
Now that we've cleared all but one of the VCW roster it comes down to one man, one champion, one god among ants. Eric Ares. Now it is a well documented fact that could I actually indeed fuck myself I would. Simply for the fact that this perfection would be an enormous step up from any other being on this planet. I often stare at myself in the mirror and wonder what it would be like to be loved by such perfection. But alas even I have my limitations, and though I would dream of the day my body simply does not contort in a way that allows my dreams of that perfect love to ever exist. So I relegate myself to bettering the world by passing my perfect sperm around to lesser women in the hopes that some day a son will be born to carry on my legacy.....and my curse of never loving perfection.
Finally the very mechanics of this act are almost impossible, if even I myself who is best equipped in the lower extremity department cannot achieve this act then certainly it is impossible.
So my friends, my enemies, my brothers. I beg of you. Think before you speak. One cannot fuck yourself, why must you taunt others with the impossible when even you yourself cannot do it. That would be in the same sad realm as me saying someone else may be champion someday, it simply cannot happen. The world would be destroyed if it did.
So please, think before you speak, do not be another retarded monkey and say things that can never happen. It makes even the least of you look even more retarded than you already are.
Thank you.
PS: You know what really grinds my gears. You VCW locker room, FUCK YOU!
Ahem.
Thank you.
Time and time again, Ares has exhibited the fine art of trash talking. Once again, he is able to lambaste someone completely over even the tiniest of things. One might think his rant was a little over the top, but we couldn’t expect any less from him. If he is able to systematically tear apart even the smallest details, imagine what he can do when presented with actual worthwhile dialogue.
Actually, no I don't have any shame or honor for that matter. Now to address these rampant rumors about my supposed 'guy love' for Ares.
It doesn't exist. Period. I don't like him, but I respect him, and the guy can dish out an insult, you people know that. I simply gave him a compliment.
As for you Feyd, it seems that you finally grown tired of being insulted, and have decided to bring some of your own. At least your attack at me was a strong one. But, it was pointless, and wrong in the sense that I don't call myself 'Radical' anymore. No one should have to try to be different, if it can't naturally happen, then you don't deserves to be different. So, I've accepted the fact that I am a low down, dirty, sick, dishonorable, lacking shame, 'rapist' of a man who spends his time picking out his next victims.
You, Feyd, fucked up the las part by opening your mouth to speak to me. Don't you know that for the most part I am a lost cause? Why would you, Mr. Knight, even try to talk to me? It does nothing but make me wonder if you have a wife or girlfriend that could be occupying your time spent all for naught. And if you do have one, and for some reason I just don't like you, I kidnap her, beat her, and then smash her. That's fuck and/or rape for you older people.
These aren't threats people, but I prefer not to make it personal as I like my in-ring opponents' minds to be on the task at hand, so when they fail they can only blame themselves.
As for something worthwhile, or something you may need to know....well.....
1. I am a Rapist
2. I am a damn good Wrestler, not quite great, but that is coming in time.
3. For the most part, I don't like any of you.
4. But, I HATE Drew Michaels, and Juliet will experience that. Lucky for me, without her ovaries and me not being God(there is only one, and it ain't Drew either), I don't need a condom! Hooray! Hopefully, I can put a dent in his new baby's head or something. Nah....I'm not that mean, am I?
5. Feyd, you can pretty much suck a dick for ever being involved in this particular thing. The only reason you showed up was because Ares was owning them left and right, and you figured that if he could do it, you could do it too. So, you went under the 'explanation' that 'I shall put people in their place verbally because they don't have anything I deem worthwhile to say, or they don't have anything to say that could challenge Ares', as if your opinion on talking matters. Hell, as if you matter that much. Now, when I want to operate a catapult, or learn the etiquette of a proper round table discussion, then I'll talk to you. But Trash-talking? The FUCK outta here with your shit. You dice need you. I don't.
Also, a word to the current Ares challengers, Feyd said bring your A-game, correct? You do know that Ares hasn't been trying, right? Which means if you bring your A-game, which none of those trying to take Ares down seem to possess, he will bring his, and you'll be back where you started.
The best way to beat Ares, since you want to so badly is to not engage him, mention him, or talk to him. Rip on someone you know you can beat, like Bmore, or someone who just won't care and will let you talk about him because he's in some dark alley way putting his cock in your little sister's ass against her will while she screams "YES!!!", like Chris Austin. You notice that two of the three finalists' for TT of the week best barbs were directed at me? I don't care, I can't be humiliated anymore, the last person who did that was Drew, and he'll pay dearly.
Two, if you don't talk at all, Ares will say something to try and intice you. Don't take the bait. Let him talk, and the only person who'll he'll be able to rip on is himself, even though he's prone to voice imitation so he can still talk about you. It's pretty much a lose/lose situation, so try at your own risk.
Now, if you'll excuse me.......I have a life to ruin.
Finally, Chris Austin, who has been the butt of more than a few jabs. Here he throws down the gauntlet to those who would deride him, and lays into them, namely Feyd Brisbane. Not only that, but he would seem to have stumbled over a nugget of truth regarding Ares in the locker room. Are Ares’ days as primetime trash-talker numbered?
You had to see it coming. For the fifth time, Eric Ares is the trash-talker of the week. The halls of Trash-Talk land were filled with little gems from Ares like the one above. He can’t seem to be shaken. Will someone ever take this mantle of honor from him? Not if he keeps going at this rate.
For the second time, Sir Feyd Brisbane has won the award for best promo. While his effort at the last show may have been less than stellar, he came back with a vengeance for the PPV. Juggling multiple storylines, inserting pop culture references, and incorporating match relevance up the wazoo, how does he do it? There is a reason he was in the title match, and this promo proved it.
Once again, Mortus has stolen the award for VCW Superstar, much like he stole the Sanguine Title from Cain Ravid in the final seconds of the match. His cunning tactics and amazing abilities as a wrestler have proven that he has what it takes to be a top dog on VCW’s roster. What will he try to steal next? Ownership?
We’ll leave you with this. All three award winners for this month have previously won the same awards. Try a bit harder, and maybe next week you can usurp their places on the awards bulletin.
And now, after the long wait, we bring you our VCW Weekly Awards. Tonight we shall reveal the awards for our first Pay-Per-View: Crimson Dawn! It was a great show, and everyone seemed to take a step in the right direction. Without further ado, here are you awards for Crimson Dawn:
VCW Trash Talker of the Week
I have spent some time wondering whether to dignify your comments with responses. At length, I have decided that while it may not be worth the effort to impress upon you why you are fools (since that end of the spectrum has already has already been covered, both by Ares, and myself, to a degree), I shall instead defend myself by the countless paroxisms pointed at me from the masses.
Please do not mistake my following comments for a need to prove myself to you, since I have made it abundantly clear that the opinions of those here don't reflect on my esteem in any way. I pointed out much earlier that Ares' opinion of me has no bearing, and I hold him in higher regard than the rest of you, for reasons that should go without saying. Call it verbal fellatio, if you must. I shall simply call it a small degree of respect for a man's skills, because that is what it is.
I would first like to thank Mr. Austin for explaining to me the reasoning behind my own actions. I often forget that one of the amazing abilities of a jobber is to see into the minds of others. Or perhaps that is an ability of a rapist. I don't think it much matters, because it is manifested in a man who is categorized by both.
I believe that my explanation for my motives of speaking would be sufficient enough, but apparently I was mistaken. It upsets me when I see men bereft of the gift of intellectualism. For some, intellect is what separates men from monkeys. (OOC: That one's for you Bmore. Hope you enjoy it)
I am not here out of some sense of malice, or even to try to keep up with Ares. Why would I want to keep up with him? He and I are on two different tracks of life. I am not here to poke fun at you. In fact, I used to be just like you guys. Then, my testicles descended and I became a man. With such a change, I was also gifted with an ability to construct rational thoughts and verbalize them in such a manner to give them merit.
I am here to help navigate you all on the path to becoming intellectual beings, and for that, I ask no words of thanks. I don't even ask for words or thoughts of respect. I ask nothing in return aside from the recognition of my motive. I realize it may be difficult for some of you, but in time, after your minds have been more cultivated, you might see things as they are. So, Austin, while you might not realize it, it is a decided fact that you do need me.
On the other regard, I did in fact have a wife, but alas, she is dead now. I would not give you the location of the grave for fear of your desecration of her corpse. But I did not make a mistake by speaking to you, for no man is a lost cause, no matter how much they pride themselves on it.
Mortus, if you mistake my words of frustration as 'lingering in the fields of moral greyness,' as you so poetically refer to it, then perhaps you are not so enlightened as you fancy yourself to be. Were you so learned as you represent, then you would know that all things are grey and that black and white do not exist. Call me a romantic, or a philospher, or whatever condescending term you may attribute to it, but I see nothing but a world of grey, where there is no such extremes as good and evil.
The only such distinguishments are between law and chaos. I have not sided myself with Ares, nor anyone else for that matter, but as previously stated, I respect his abilities and the fact that he is as close to an antithesis of myself as I will likely find in this world. I chose my words and action based upon the Code and the Measure; these things guide me on my journey, in all things. Especially battle.
Drew Michaels, just because war has made you into a monster at some time, you should not assume that it does so to all. Men make their own destinies and choose their own actions. The strength of some men's resolve are weaker than that of others. Chivalry guides men in all things, but they must follow it stringently and repent for its violation. In this, I agree with Onkar, who I may have underestimated.
Bmore, I do follow the codes of Chivalry, though I would not expect you to know that, for you have only seen me here and watched me in the ring. Take my word or leave it, I do not care. I believe that some time ago I stated that I had been insulted and chided by men much better than Ares and still plunged on, unheeding of their serpentine tongues. What makes you believe that your petty words are any different?[/color]
This week, Feyd Brisbane showed that his skills in the locker room are just as good as those in the ring. He waited until everyone had said their piece, then proceeded to refute them thoroughly and eloquently. The above is only a sample of the witty banter from him, and hopefully he will continue to turn out barbs like these.
Since long winded speeches are the matter of the day I have an issue that needs to be addressed. This issue has weighed long and heavy on my mind, and I do believe it is a growing issue within this VCW locker room. Yet again it is my personal monkey B = Less that has brought this out into the open, and I feel obligated to show the world how very wrong he is.
This issue of course being the statement "Go fuck yourself".
My people, this statement has no reason to be issued, especially not in conjunction with my name, but even with lesser names. First there is the fact that many among us would not wish to fuck themselves. We have an assortment of ugly ugly men, others with very low self esteem, and another who is a rapist.
Firstly why would an ugly man desire himself, he is ugly, uglier than Oprah after her fifteenth failed Botox injection. Surely he would conform to standard norms and want to find someone at least a small percentage better than himself to insert his ugly ugly phallus into? Of course this may fail and he may be relegated to another equally ugly partner. Would he not wish to give two ugly people that ugly pleasure than to hog it to himself. It is a proven fact that ugly people are more likely to share as they wish their betters (ie me) would do with them (though we never would). So my friends, the uglies would not fuck themselves, no they would prefer to give their ugly seed to another.
Next come the low self esteem people of our locker room. These people would not fuck themselves. Not because they couldn't, but because they fear the rejection. What would happen if they got themselves all horned up and retarded strong and went to put the finish moves on themselves, and they refused? I mean for people with low self esteem this would be a dramatic failure, to deny themselves even though they want it. My god, this is reason for suicide. So no, these chicken shit bastards are relegated to watching bad porn while staring at their hand wondering why god has forsaken them.
Finally we come to a rapist. Dude can't be an attacker and a victim without being a schizophrenic. Unless he is action pack full of issues more than we ever assumed his act of love takes two to tango, consciousness optional.
Now that we've cleared all but one of the VCW roster it comes down to one man, one champion, one god among ants. Eric Ares. Now it is a well documented fact that could I actually indeed fuck myself I would. Simply for the fact that this perfection would be an enormous step up from any other being on this planet. I often stare at myself in the mirror and wonder what it would be like to be loved by such perfection. But alas even I have my limitations, and though I would dream of the day my body simply does not contort in a way that allows my dreams of that perfect love to ever exist. So I relegate myself to bettering the world by passing my perfect sperm around to lesser women in the hopes that some day a son will be born to carry on my legacy.....and my curse of never loving perfection.
Finally the very mechanics of this act are almost impossible, if even I myself who is best equipped in the lower extremity department cannot achieve this act then certainly it is impossible.
So my friends, my enemies, my brothers. I beg of you. Think before you speak. One cannot fuck yourself, why must you taunt others with the impossible when even you yourself cannot do it. That would be in the same sad realm as me saying someone else may be champion someday, it simply cannot happen. The world would be destroyed if it did.
So please, think before you speak, do not be another retarded monkey and say things that can never happen. It makes even the least of you look even more retarded than you already are.
Thank you.
PS: You know what really grinds my gears. You VCW locker room, FUCK YOU!
Ahem.
Thank you.
Time and time again, Ares has exhibited the fine art of trash talking. Once again, he is able to lambaste someone completely over even the tiniest of things. One might think his rant was a little over the top, but we couldn’t expect any less from him. If he is able to systematically tear apart even the smallest details, imagine what he can do when presented with actual worthwhile dialogue.
Actually, no I don't have any shame or honor for that matter. Now to address these rampant rumors about my supposed 'guy love' for Ares.
It doesn't exist. Period. I don't like him, but I respect him, and the guy can dish out an insult, you people know that. I simply gave him a compliment.
As for you Feyd, it seems that you finally grown tired of being insulted, and have decided to bring some of your own. At least your attack at me was a strong one. But, it was pointless, and wrong in the sense that I don't call myself 'Radical' anymore. No one should have to try to be different, if it can't naturally happen, then you don't deserves to be different. So, I've accepted the fact that I am a low down, dirty, sick, dishonorable, lacking shame, 'rapist' of a man who spends his time picking out his next victims.
You, Feyd, fucked up the las part by opening your mouth to speak to me. Don't you know that for the most part I am a lost cause? Why would you, Mr. Knight, even try to talk to me? It does nothing but make me wonder if you have a wife or girlfriend that could be occupying your time spent all for naught. And if you do have one, and for some reason I just don't like you, I kidnap her, beat her, and then smash her. That's fuck and/or rape for you older people.
These aren't threats people, but I prefer not to make it personal as I like my in-ring opponents' minds to be on the task at hand, so when they fail they can only blame themselves.
As for something worthwhile, or something you may need to know....well.....
1. I am a Rapist
2. I am a damn good Wrestler, not quite great, but that is coming in time.
3. For the most part, I don't like any of you.
4. But, I HATE Drew Michaels, and Juliet will experience that. Lucky for me, without her ovaries and me not being God(there is only one, and it ain't Drew either), I don't need a condom! Hooray! Hopefully, I can put a dent in his new baby's head or something. Nah....I'm not that mean, am I?
5. Feyd, you can pretty much suck a dick for ever being involved in this particular thing. The only reason you showed up was because Ares was owning them left and right, and you figured that if he could do it, you could do it too. So, you went under the 'explanation' that 'I shall put people in their place verbally because they don't have anything I deem worthwhile to say, or they don't have anything to say that could challenge Ares', as if your opinion on talking matters. Hell, as if you matter that much. Now, when I want to operate a catapult, or learn the etiquette of a proper round table discussion, then I'll talk to you. But Trash-talking? The FUCK outta here with your shit. You dice need you. I don't.
Also, a word to the current Ares challengers, Feyd said bring your A-game, correct? You do know that Ares hasn't been trying, right? Which means if you bring your A-game, which none of those trying to take Ares down seem to possess, he will bring his, and you'll be back where you started.
The best way to beat Ares, since you want to so badly is to not engage him, mention him, or talk to him. Rip on someone you know you can beat, like Bmore, or someone who just won't care and will let you talk about him because he's in some dark alley way putting his cock in your little sister's ass against her will while she screams "YES!!!", like Chris Austin. You notice that two of the three finalists' for TT of the week best barbs were directed at me? I don't care, I can't be humiliated anymore, the last person who did that was Drew, and he'll pay dearly.
Two, if you don't talk at all, Ares will say something to try and intice you. Don't take the bait. Let him talk, and the only person who'll he'll be able to rip on is himself, even though he's prone to voice imitation so he can still talk about you. It's pretty much a lose/lose situation, so try at your own risk.
Now, if you'll excuse me.......I have a life to ruin.
Finally, Chris Austin, who has been the butt of more than a few jabs. Here he throws down the gauntlet to those who would deride him, and lays into them, namely Feyd Brisbane. Not only that, but he would seem to have stumbled over a nugget of truth regarding Ares in the locker room. Are Ares’ days as primetime trash-talker numbered?
You had to see it coming. For the fifth time, Eric Ares is the trash-talker of the week. The halls of Trash-Talk land were filled with little gems from Ares like the one above. He can’t seem to be shaken. Will someone ever take this mantle of honor from him? Not if he keeps going at this rate.
VCW Promo Writer of the Week
For the second time, Sir Feyd Brisbane has won the award for best promo. While his effort at the last show may have been less than stellar, he came back with a vengeance for the PPV. Juggling multiple storylines, inserting pop culture references, and incorporating match relevance up the wazoo, how does he do it? There is a reason he was in the title match, and this promo proved it.
VCW Superstar of the Week
Once again, Mortus has stolen the award for VCW Superstar, much like he stole the Sanguine Title from Cain Ravid in the final seconds of the match. His cunning tactics and amazing abilities as a wrestler have proven that he has what it takes to be a top dog on VCW’s roster. What will he try to steal next? Ownership?
We’ll leave you with this. All three award winners for this month have previously won the same awards. Try a bit harder, and maybe next week you can usurp their places on the awards bulletin.