Post by Seth Stevens on Jun 14, 2018 5:58:48 GMT -5
OOC- Not the best roleplay to come back on but they'll improve once I get through this Brawl.
SINFUL THOUGHTS:
You know they say absence makes the heart grow stronger… but when your heart is as cold as ice absence makes the violence grow stronger; ask Kyle Shane and James Raven. Some of you might know me, some of you might not… but what you need to know is that everything that you’ve heard about me being one calculated, vindictive son of a bitch isn’t a far stretch from the truth. It’s been several years since I stepped foot inside a professional wrestling ring and I make no bones about it when I say that professional wrestling is the last thing you’re going to see coming from one Seth Stevens. Now I’m not going to waste my time taking you all by the hand and explaining what I’ve accomplished or pander you with stupid statistics that are utterly pointless in the grand scheme of things; instead I’ll take a moment and speak about what has unfolded since I took off that Royal Assassin mask and revealed myself to the world, you’ve seen complete and total domination over what is supposed to be some sort of unbeatable combination of James Raven and Kyle Shane.
Well… four weeks ago they didn’t look like winners laying at our feet.
Two weeks ago they didn’t look like winners when we beat them in the middle of that ring.
Our plan is simple.
Capture the WGWF World Tag Team Championship and bring it to the Royal Family.
Our objective.
Destroy Kyle Shane and James Raven in the process.
You see boys and girls your savors are in for one interesting ride that is going to be filled with pain, blood and agony until they agree to step inside that ring and put the gold on the line against a team that isn’t going to sit back and say nothing, that’s going to sit back and bring back titles just to tuck tail and run away when things don’t go your way. Nah, that’s not how this works, the way this works is Lunacy and I are going to show each and every one of you exactly what the word agony means; we’re going to show you the true nature of pain and create your own personal worst nightmare.
… And it starts with the Dancing Dudes.
A team that hasn’t been taken seriously one day out of their miserable existence.
A team that means about as much to this business as a Nick Ryan or a Dark Shadow.
Comedy.
Well kids, does this look like a goddamn joke! Do you think we’re playing fucking games here? Does it look like we’re laughing in any way, shape or form? That’s because we’re not! We’re going to show up and rip your faces off! We’re going to show up and use our fists as instruments of destruction as we pound in your faces for no other reason than because we can and both of you are entirely too weak to stop us. We’re going to use your bodies as another way of sending a very loud, very clear message to the placeholders that are walking around with our belts. We’re going to take nothing but sheer pride as we open up your flesh with nothing more than our bare knuckles and watch as the blood starts to trickle down your faces. Bill and Ted, this isn’t going to be an excellent adventure or a bogus journey; this is going to be the last night of your professional careers because by the time we’re done beating you within an inch of your worthless little lives you’re going to wish that you could shrink back down to a couple of babies before crawling back up inside your mothers vaginas and wishing that you were never fucking born.
Does it sound like we’re fucking joking?
Does it sound like we don’t mean business?
Does it sound like we’re here simply to be brushed off or taken lightly?
Do your fucking homework and understand that when Lunacy and Seth get together it’s anything but playtime for anyone involved… I mean anyone.