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Post by Niall on May 27, 2013 16:03:37 GMT -5
"Ní mhaireann rith maith ag an each i gcónaí"
The steed does not keep his speed forever [/i] Monday 20th May 2013
Amway Centre, Orlando, Florida, USAScene opens up backstage following Monday Night Raw 106 in the locker room of Operation Fuck Up. We see the 'Professor of Thuganomics' Bob Cena sat on the ground against the door, wearing his red zipped up Operation Fuck Up hoodie, with a pair of camo shorts. As the camera approaches he begins talking. Bob Cena:
When it comes to Bret "The Hitman" Hart, we have tried to get inside each others head more times than I can remember. I have beaten him, twisted him, and tortured him to a point that no normal human being can withstand. And he has done the same to me. You have nothing to prove to me Bret but yet you still threw done a challenge for this Sunday at Oppression. And I have nothing to prove to you or to anybody in the world but I accepted. Why would I accept a Last Man Standing, throw the rule book out the window match with you, where I am forced to put my rap career on the line? Probably for the same reason that I turned my back on Eternity a couple of years ago on Smackdown, cause I just like to feel that tension in the air. I like to feel that shock in the air, I like it when I beat a guy so bad that mothers have to cover their childs eyes to prevent them from witnessing something so terrifying. I like that feeling in the air that at any moment, any kind of shit could happen.
So how are we gonna top Anarchy, thats what everyone is saying right? I dont know, there are people born to be champions and born to be winners, and there are people who are just born fighters. I have no idea what is gonna happen, I'm not going in with any game plan. It doesnt matter what happens, win, lose, draw, there will always be somebody standing next to me ready to strike at any moment. So I'm looking forward to it, Sunday 26th May 2013, that feeling in the air, its gonna hang thick.Cena takes a moment to himself looking at the ceiling, living out the match in his mind, before talking again. Bob Cena:
So you wanna have your final act play out at the Mercedez-Benz Superdome, as the referee counts to ten over one of our broken bodies? Thats fine, but which one is it gonna be? Is it gonna be me or is it gonna be you? Have you got it in you to take it to that level? Have you got the guts to pull the trigger? I hope you do! I hope you have the guts to slam a steel chair over my skull until I bleed, I hope you have the balls to hold me in the SharpShooter until my legs are broken. Do what you say you're gonna do! Put me out of my fucking misery!Cena slaps himself in the face three times. Bob Cena:
If you can. Cause if you cant, you're in real danger. If you cant, then every meal that you eat for the rest of your life, will be through a straw. This Bret Hart thing, its sending me crazy. I havent had a normal thought in months, I see him everywhere I go, I see him when I watch tv, I wake up and I see him in my cereal, I see him just begging to be hit. And it just really pisses me off. Bret........You are everything that I never wanna be in this world, a little cowardly bitch, a victim. I dont live life with many regrets but I will always have one big one. Justice4Some, I let Bret Hart get way too close. But this Sunday, I will teach the world not to mess with me, I will demonstrate to the world the difference between a victim, and a survivor, a loser and a winner.The scene fades to darkness as Cena finishes his closing sentence. 'PoTV'
Wednesday 22nd May 2013
PoT's Home, Belfast, IrelandScene opens up in the living room of the 'Professor of Thuganomics' Bob Cena. There are various posters up around the walls and different PoT and Operation Fuck Up merchandise. We see the 'Professor of Thuganomics' Bob Cena standing beside replicas of the ThyWWE World Heavyweight Championship and the ThyWWE Tag Team Championship, which Cena has held during his tenure in ThyWWE. He is wearing a red zipped up hoodie with the Operation Fuck Up logo on the right breast with a pair of grey Carbrini bottoms. Bob Cena:
I noticed a few days ago, Bieber followed God on Twitter,
I may not have sold out MSG twice in 30 seconds like you Justin, but atleast I dont support kiddy fiddlers,
Now let me tell ya'll something that aint a surprise,
In that one film about Da Vinci's designs,
With hidden symbols inside,
They took the picture of the apostles while they were eating with Christ,
Had the body of John cropped and switched to the side,
And showed us that one of God's followers was a bitch in disguise.
Now I know I was meant to make a video about this last week, and I'm sorry that I didnt show,
Well I aint gonna make up some bullshit excuse, like I've got some troubles at home,
This is to say sorry to folk,
And now I gotta go all Corleone,
Now I'm running this shit like The Accuser, and I gotta ruin Bieber cause I dishonoured the code,
And everybody talks about your bitch, really we're just impressed that you found her,
I mean you know you're a bitch when you show up with your bitch and your bitch is the best thing about ya,
Listen Justin, tell that bitch to stop texting me,
Cause she's been round the world and she takes cock regularly,
Her pussy seems,
To get around so I call her clit the runner bean,
Justin's lacking the substance,
He's like Avatar, he gets overhyped, just cause he has the productions,
I can hear him now, (Whiny Voice) He joked about my girlfriend, I'll sever this rap bum,
You dissed my girlfriend, you're just jealous I have one,
Justin, Justin, I aint jealous of that one,
He ruins every track he's ever in,
He saves up all his tour money and he goes and buys himself some heroin.
Had to go beast mode,
To get me what I need bro,
Have to keep momentum, got no time to have an ego,
I've had people begging me to do this,
So I went off to write something exclusive,
Album's sounding sick now
Like post natal depression, I'll go crazy when it comes out,
I dont write lyrics that outdo yours,
It just happens naturally cause yours sounds too forced,
Your abilitys already dried up, you should think about packing it in,
Before you fall off like gangrenous limb,
In a war of words, I've never tasted defeat,
So dont try to step into my terri-tor-ee,
Everyone already knows that I will never be beat,
Cause I effortlessly do what you could never achieve.
Beefing with me is a big faux pas,
No one's attempted it like this so far,
So dont be thinking that your making my life real hard,
I just keep my feet grounded and run this shit like a Flinstones car,
Me and Justin, we've both done music for years, its been a long course,
I'd say you're doing well, problem is, my last album was more successful than yours,
I'm talking about Bieber, a gay faggot,
Who likes to chase dragons,
And then lies about his weed habits,
You cant handle the drugs, cause you look fucked now J-Bo,
All that spunk and green have given you cum-down syndrome,
When the rumours proved to be true about the weed, you'd never been more embarrassed in your life,
But yet when you are told that you are an addict, you look at the cunt like that's a surprise,
Justin, you couldnt be more of a spastic if you tried.
Yo, its such a treacherous journey through,
Your mother's absurdly huge,
Cervix you,
Had to learn how to walk before the bitch gave birth to you,
Her vaginal cavity is like wonderland,
Every week she fucks about a hundred man,
I was fisting that bitch last week and I'm sure somebody shook my hand,
Yo, you're only hear cause Usher paraded you around like a championship,
He's just a pussy thats never off of Usher's dick,
Do you wanna hear some crazy shit?
Kim Kardashian's last marriage last longer than you and Selena did,
ThyWWE Oppression this Sunday yeah I'm repping it,
A force to be wreckend with,
I'll walk up to you and smash up your temple like an autistic terrorist,
I dont even wanna hear none of the shit you spitting,
You hate me cause my lifestyle and my flow is different,
You havent got the brains to have your own opinions,
I'm mad and wreckless,
You must have a death wish,
Cause you picked the wrong scumbag to mess with,
You might be sneaky but I can see right through your tactics,
Plotting on my demise, you fucking little bastard,
You're convinced that you're better but you're average,
You're a bitch that cant see me like a mother fucking cats dick,
I stand out, you just blend into the background,
Raps answer to Pacquaio,
And I dont even need to block cause I'm the best hands down,
That brings us to the end of this rapping session,
Dont forget this Sunday, Sky Box Office, ThyWWE Oppression.
Peace.Cena does the U Cant C Me taunt down the camera lens as the YouTube feed cuts to static. Thursday 23rd May 2013
Odyssey Arena, Belfast, IrelandScene opens up backstage at the Example concert in the Odyssey Arena in Belfast/ We see the 'Professor of Thuganomics' Bob Cena sitting on a stool behind the curtain listening on as his friend performs on stage. But his mind seems somewhere else. He gets up and walks away from backstage and makes his way towards Example's dressing room, where the duo were chatting before show time. He walks in the door and takes a bottle of Evian water from the table. He takes a sip and shakes his head, like he is trying to clear his mind. He sees the camera approaching and begins talking into it. Bob Cena:
They say that the true test of a mans power, is the test of time. Bret Hart has done everything there is to do. 5 times WWF Champion, Royal Rumble winner, 2 times King of the Ring. He got his pals together and he started the Hart Foundation, one of the most iconic stables of all time. He's been hated and he's definitely been loved. He's defeated greats of the business, Undertaker, Triple H, Ric Flair, he's done it all. 35 years of a career, thats incredible. But it really begs the question, why? Why does Bret Hart feel the need to step into the ring with the Best in the World? Its a question that has been bothering me for months now and I've finally figured it out. You dont want redemption for losing to me at Anarchy as much as you may plead your case. It's clear, you want an end. You want me to finish what I started dont you. And for once you are barking up the right tree, because I'm not like Shawn Michaels, I wont tear up at the thought of ending another mans career. Come Oppression, I have absolutely no doubt that we are going to get nasty, we are going to get extreme on each other, there is only one rule; You must answer the referees 10 count. And trust me, I am going to beat you with so much sticks, furniture, my legs, my hands, my head, my elbows, my knees and you, you will have nobody to blame but yourself. A simple SharpShooter will not be enough to get you the victory Hitman. And I'm gonna send you into retirement, twisted, broken and hurt, a former shell of what you once were. I used to love you man, I used to look up to Bret "The Hitman" Hart, the shades, the jacket, I made my parents buy it all. Believe me I have no problem saying that you are the greatest technical wrestler that this industry has ever seen.
But it pains me, it sickens me that you still consider yourself to be the best there is, the best there was and the best that ever will be. And it pains me to see what you have become. So predictable, dont tell me, are you gonna have a white knight in the wings to run to the ring and save you when the going gets tough? Who will it be? Joey? Beno? Troy? Truth is it doesnt matter, because nothing will prevent me from doing what needs to be done. You cant mess with fate and Bret come Oppression you have a date with destiny. And after I pummel your career into oblivion, then I will get the respect that I deserve, I will get the spotlight that is calling out for me. Do you hear the ovation that you get every time that famous guitar screech blasts around an arena? That is the respect and admiration that I deserve in every arena across the world.
Cena takes another drink from the bottle and continues. Bob Cena:
2013, its been a good year so far. I pummeled Bret Hart's face until he passed out at Anarchy, thats pretty cool. But he's still walking around ThyWWE, calling me out, thats not cool. He's still claiming that I never beat him and it just, it really bothers me.Cena throws the water on the floor and continues. Bob Cena:
Bret you have made headlines throughout your career. 1992: Bret Hart, King of the Ring. Lets fast forward to this Sundays headline; Bob Cena crushes Bret Hart. Let us get down to reality, what kind of parallel universe are you living in, where you, are gonna kick my ass? Never! Ever! Will happen! You see, you can run around and tell everybody how you are gonna twist me up like a pretzel and everybody will think that its just smack talk. But when I say, in LA, that I'm gonna beat you within an inch of your damn life.........People listen. Cause people know that I dont screw around, and people know that I tell the truth. You say you've got a side that no one has seen before, what? You're talking to a guy that grew up not knowing if he would live to see the next day, you cant shock me. After this weekend, wrestling fans from every universe, will know what I am capable of.
Cena does the U Cant C Me taunt down the camera as the scene fades to black. LATER ON THAT NIGHTScene opens up in the living room of the 'Professor of Thuganomics' Bob Cena. Looking around the room, there is Operation Fuck Up memorabilia everywhere, along with various posters. The camera zooms in on Bob Cena, standing beside his favourite image; Himself standing over the fallen Bret Hart at Anarchy. Bob Cena:
As far as wrestling goes,
There's a lot of hate everywhere that I go,
Cause I didnt climb up the ladder, I just laid waste to your idols,
So I'm using this bitch, as a stepping stone to the title,
Bret loses every match, his whole reputation has been wasted,
I dunno, being in the Knights must have made him lazy,
So now he's being sonned again like Britney Spears' babies,
All your life you've been a real dull bastard,
The doctor had to pull you out by the ankles cause you were born backwards,
I've been a rebel since I was foetus,
When I was one I became the first baby to break a hymen since Jesus,
You're only friends with the likes of the Knights,
Cause they're also rocking that punk lesbian vibe,
Wear their clothes incredibly tight,
And are well in touch with their feminine side,
French kiss, a thick dick,
If you think I'm fighting this dreg for an easy win,
Cause he challenged me to fight, and I got fuck all to gain from beating him,
You probably think you're cool cause you're fighting a better wrestler, you're not you're an ignoramus,
You cant see that you've just been dropped into a bottomless pit of greatness.
I'm fighting a guy who's forever thinking of beer,
Raise your glasses skywards, I'd like to toast him, so cheers,
I'd like to toast an alcoholic and a broken career,
And the fact that this'll be the second time I ruin Bret Hart's year,
Okay, so apparently teaming with Kurt isnt a clever manoever,
It could bury my future,
Be something that I never regroup from,
But he made a pretty good impression when he stuck your head on a skewer,
How you getting through this Sunday? We all know that you cant hack it,
Oh wait, you'll get the Knights as always, cause they're your security blanket,
I dont buy all this HIV started with apes talk,
Bret Hart's damn arse was where the first strand of AIDS formed,
World Champion 5 times? Thats very nice,
Must be why he was invited to join the Knights,
But to me you little faggot it means that you lost your title 5 fucking times,
You're stealing from your fans, how do you have the fucking nerve?
I'm just like a debt collector, cause I give them their fucking moneys worth,
People often try to diss my friends, to get inside my mind and get them the win,
I'll admit it, it does hurt me a little cause I'm thinking of them,
So my first instinct is to swing, and bring my fist to the chin,
But my brain kicks in and says "chill let him finish his thing,"
But then I get them in the ring,
Start tearing their skin,
And ripping ligaments and tissue from limbs,
Then brain kicks in again, "Chill Bob, he doesnt know that your pain was caused by him,"
"He doesnt know the misery you're living with kid, kick that anger to the wind,"
Cause the truth is it does hurt, but a beast is more vicious if you mess with his kin,
I'm the best on the mic and in the ring,
Cause you cant even understand the simplest thing,
And that's using all your anger and rage to get you a win.
So I'm gonna talk about your family, lets do this,
Julie's getting fat because of her chocolate consuming,
And her ritual of biscuit usage,
She's at war with the tub, and if she cant admit she's losing,
She'll get big and the tub will kill her like Whitney Houston,
You fucking Canadian cunts, I hate the lot of 'em,
I hate 'em even more than a catholic hates a protestant,
Know why? Cause this prick is completely backwards,
You went to visit Ground Zero, and thought you were mourning the terrorist hijackers,
Nobody would care if Canada was blown to pieces in a few minutes,
Bottom line is Martin Luther King had a dream, and you weren't even in it,
I'm the best in the world, dont act like I'm just some little punk kid,
Trust me when I tell you this, your career will fall quicker than Owen did.Cena stares down the camera as the scene fades to black. Saturday 25th May 2013
Mercedes-Benz Superdome, New Orleans, LA, USAScene opens up in the middle of the ring of the Mercedes-Benz Superdome in New Orleans. The crew are making last minute adjustments to the set and to the equipment. We see the 'Professor of Thuganomics' sitting in the middle of the ring, wearing a grey sleeveless Operation Fuck Up shirt with a pair of camo shorts. In his right hand, he holds a microphone. As the camera approaches he throws the microphone up into the air. Bob Cena:
What goes up.........The microphone slams down into the mat beside him. Bob Cena:
......Must come down. The higher you are, the bigger the impact, the more pain when you hit the ground. No matter how great of a legacy they have carved out for themselves. And all it takes is one guy, one guy who will do anything for the win, one guy who will go to any lengths to inflict pain on another human being. So we can finally bring an end to this little game of Russian Roulette and he's upped the stakes, because he wants to show off to the fans, how much guts he has, but also like me he likes to fly very close to the fire. And we both know, hell everybody knows, that if you play with fire too often, you're gonna get burned. And if you fuck with Bob Cena too many times, you're gonna be leaving the ring in a body bag.
You see I'm not coming for your dignity, I already took that, I'm not coming for your self-respect, you already gave that away, I'm not coming to smell the shame coming from your family, I already got that.
Cena reaches into his pocket and pulls out Bret Hart's Hall of Fame ring from his induction ceremony in 2006, and shows it to the camera. Bob Cena:
What I'm coming for is what this represents. I'm coming for all of your accomplishments, I'm coming for the connection between you and all of those people who love you, I'm coming for your legacy Bret. It seems like that sometimes is the reason that you smile, its the reason that you get out of bed in the morning. Maybe this..........This is the key to that legacy. Maybe without this, you are nothing, without this, maybe you are just an average run of the mill smuck. Maybe if I had that legacy, maybe it would fix me. Maybe it would be a cure to the madness, and all of those dark thoughts will be gone and I can return to a normal life. Maybe if I had the legacy, all of those people who doubt me and tell me that I'm not good enough would finally shut the fuck up! So thats what I'm gunning for, I am looking for an end to the doubt, I am looking for a cure to the madness.
Cena reaches into his pocket again and takes out a scrunched up ball of paper, and straightens it out, then holds it up to the camera. Bob Cena:
This is the official contract for Bob Cena v Bret Hart tomorrow night in this very ring, and as you can already see, Bret Hart's signature is right there. Why do we need this, huh? Is this an attempt to intimidate me? Cause I'm not afraid, I'll never be afraid! I'm not a 7 foot 500 lbs giant, but this.......Cena points to his brain Bob Cena:
This, is what makes me a monster. So why? Why do we need to sign a contract? We already made the match, why do we need this? Have you slyly added in another stipulation? I dunno, have I gotta fight with one arm behind my back now? I will do anything to beat you and finally ram it in to your thick skull! That you cant beat me. I'd burn this damn building to the ground and piss on its ashes if that's what it takes to put you on the shelf for good. This business is Survival of the Fittest, and I am a vicious dog, a hungry, angry, dog. And tomorrow, the fall off the Knights of the Roundtable begins. Step one comes tomorrow, and step two, well that comes soon enough.Cena takes a pen out of his pocket, puts the contract on the mat in front of him and signs it, making his match official. He throws the pen away as the scene fades to black. Sunday 26th May 2013
Mercedes-Benz Superdome, New Orleans, LA, USAScene opens up in the locker room of Operation Fuck Up ahead of the beginning of the Oppression pay per view in New Orleans. We see the 'Professor of Thuganomics' Bob Cena rocking back and forth on the black leather sofa, the door opens and in walks PoT's good friend Crack. Cena is wearing a newly designed red Operation Fuck Up shirt with "Legend Killa" on the back, with a pair of camo shorts. Crack is wearing the same shirt as PoT, with a pair of grey Nike sweats. Crack:
Hey..........You gotta second to talk?Cena stops rocking, looks up at Crack and stands up. As Crack talks, he looks like he is zoned out and thinking of another subject. Crack:
So how you feeling about tonight?Cena doesnt reply, and barely even notices that Crack spoke to him. Crack:
Hey! What the hells the matter with you PoT?
Bob Cena:
PoT's not here, this is just me now.
Crack:[/u] What? [/color] Bob Cena:
Why cant you take anything seriously Crack? This is the biggest match of my life.
Crack:
Are we gonna go over this again?Bob Cena:
You need to understand the situation I'm in. I need to win this, I cant afford to make any fucking mistakes. You know how much this means to me, I'm asking you just once, to look at it from my perspective instead of your own. Now is that too much to ask, even though I have busted my balls to get you the good life.
Crack:
I'm just trying to lighten the mood, but is this the stage its gotten to? Are you willing to throw all of this away? Are you willing to throw Operation Fuck Up away?Bob Cena:
My life is on the line here Crack. We have laughed and we've joked all fucking year! It isnt that time anymore!
Crack goes to walk away but Cena grabs him by the arm and pulls him back. Bob Cena:
Look, I appreciate what you're doing, but tonight it just means everything to me.Crack:
I know that but you're going crazy, listen you're the best in the world, there's no chance that Bret is going to beat you.Bob Cena:
Thanks, I appreciate it.Cena pats Crack on the arm as the door to the locker room opens. In walks Kurt Orton and his wife AJ Orton. Kurt is wearing a red Operation Fuck Up shirt with his signature tights, AJ is wearing a sleeveless red Operation Fuck Up shirt with a pair of denim short shorts. They walk in and take a seat on the sofa, as Cena watches them. As they get comfortable, Cena begins to give Kurt a last minute pep talk ahead of his match with Sheamus. Bob Cena:
You ready?Kurt doesnt speak, he just nods to Cena. Bob Cena:
Listen, you need to win tonight, not just for personal pride, you need to win for the business, you need to do this for me, you need to do this for AJ. You and I would die for this business Kurt. Do you think Sheamus gives a damn about any of this? He only cares about ThyWWE if it can line his pockets. He left for months without reason while you and I kept this company afloat. You have all the ability in the world and everybody knows it, just look at what you did to Alex Kendall.
Cena extends his hand to Kurt, and Kurt shakes it. Bob Cena:
I'm not asking you to win tonight..............I'm telling you.Cena drops Kurt hand and makes his way towards the door. He opens it and turns to Crack. Bob Cena:
Crack, it's showtime.Cena leaves the room and Crack follows him out of the room, as the scene fades to darkness.[/center] |
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