Post by Vince McMahon on Jul 7, 2014 18:56:53 GMT -5
“My name is FEAR, people never got that. What it meant. Well the truth is, I was called FEAR for a reason. See, the plan was that I’d not need to get in a ring to have someone drop to the mat. I’d simply walk out, say a few words and in the end, I’d convince that person to lay down for me, to bow to my will. That was a fear based on what I could do and what I said, over what I actually did.
However, what it eventually meant was a man who would walk down to the ring with Beno and we’d simply climb between the ropes. No one stood up to us. Those who tried were made examples of. Yet things went wrong, arguments backstage with management, it ruined a storyline that was meant to be awe-inspiring.
The thing is, in the end. It was that and so much more. See upon leaving, the group held out for a while but soon “The Knights” scattered. Leaving only Beno to stand and fight. So he did and he eventually found men good enough to stand by his side. He stood high above them all, a leader. Something we’d sworn never to be.”
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“When I left with Anger, it was because of a fellow roster member who had pushed limits to the maximum but wasn’t punished. As men who stood here for honour and wanted nothing more then a united locker room. This really annoyed Anger and myself. We argued with management until we left Thy. Asking them for some form of respect and to set in place punishments for someone breaking their own rules. This person I cannot mention or represent in anyway due to legal reasons. I will call this person Dick Snoreton. “
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“Hey but man this isn’t fair, the Knights are taking over and I could so totally take them all out with both my hands tide behind my back so it’d be a fair fight” The nasally voice penetrated the air like a dentists drill. Sending everyone around it on edge. The scene fades in from black and this face is what fills the screen
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From the right side of the screen enters two men, one large and one short. The larger man had a dark purple mask, covered in splattered blood and scratches. H had a black wrestling outfit on, it tore around the arms as though it was slightly too small. His hair was long and matted, it hadn’t been washed in weeks and his eyes were dim but burned with anger when he scowled. The smaller man was wearing a black and white mask with red-rimmed eyes. He had a “The Knights of the Round Table” shirt on and small, red and black shorts. He had short brown hair and his eyes were a sharp blue. They wore a look of arrogance.
“What was that?”
“He… insults… us?”
The two men stared at the little, skinny man. Who had an expression of uneasiness.
“N…No just that, well you always win and no one gets a chance and I want a match, I think I could beat you”
Anger looked down and chuckled.
“He… mean… you…”
Fear couldn’t help himself; he stuck out his hand to shake the others mans.
“When and where my good fellow?”
The man turned toward the camera and pulled a face of pure terror. He let out a small fart and then began crying.
“I’ll ask Vince to book it this week just for you”
The man looked like he couldn’t take it anymore. He let out a disgusting sound before FEAR let out a shocked sound.
“Dirty bastard just shit himself. Ahaha I’d say you aren’t shit Dick Snoreton but that’d be a lie”
FEAR and Anger both start laughing before walking away. Leaving the other man alone, stinking of shit.
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“Of course, there were other altercations and instances where Dick caused problems, later leading to an argument with Vince that later led to Anger and myself dropping Thy like a bad smell.”
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Anger snarled, his eyes boring into the old saggy man before him. Fear slammed his gloved fist onto the desk and whispered in threatening voice.
“Vince, you can’t honestly sit there and let this happen? You set in places rules in your federation and then you sit there and let such a blatant disrespect to your company happen. I’m just trying to make you see.”
The camera panned across the table to Vince
“Well, you can’t tell me what to do. I own this company!”
FEAR bowed his head and shook it slowly.
“I’m not trying to tell you what to do Vince, I’m trying to tell you that this guy is disrespecting you and has broken the rules you set in place. I’m merely asking for you to set in line some form of punishment, to show you aren’t a push over”
Vince snarled and the two men.
“I said I’m the owner I tell you what to do! Dick Snoreton is a valued member of the roster, even if he is over enthusiastic, it doesn’t matter if he attacks people in the halls, it doesn’t matter if he insults ever member of my establishment. He is Dick Snoreton, he brings in views because he is a valued member, he’s as good as a brother to me. I love that boy like my own damn son!”
FEAR chuckled and took a step back.
“You’re right Vince, you’re right, of course. I was just trying to help you out here. If I was to break rules like that, I’d be kicked out of here before I could say “Chicken nuggets” but hey, you do what you think is best Vince.”
Vince banged his fist on the desk.
“You’re nothing here, you joined recently and you don’t know anything about this federation. I’ve been here since day one. I’m the owner not you!”
FEAR looked at Anger who was looking shocked at this blatant, unjustified anger by Vince.
“Well Vince if that’s how you feel then I think it’s best we leave. We just merely wanted to help you guys”
The two men turned and left the room, shaking their heads in disgust.
-
“Enough about the past though, lets talk about the future…”
-
FEAR steps out of his sleek black Ford Mustang. He was wearing his black, red and white mask. Strolling slowly up to the doors of the Thy WWE federation. He stopped and reached into his pocket. For a second he looked up at the building, shaking his head at the thought of the past events that had unfolded at these headquarters. He pulled a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and flicked the top open and pulled out a fag before placing it between his lips. He slid the packet back into his pocket and pulled out his zippo. He popped the top and lit it. He turned around and took a nice long drag, finally noticing the camera.
“Well, hello. I bet you’ve wondered where I’ve been?”
He took another drag on his smoke. Blowing smoke back out slowly, so that the smoke flowed out of his mouth.
“I’ve been traveling the Japanese indy circuit, attempting to show them the wonders of a British badass. However I got a phone call from an old friend. Asking me to make a visit to Thy for one last run.”
He toked his cigarette.
“I was a Knight of the Round Table, I was a tag champion with Beno. My name is FEAR and the truth is. I never showed my true potential but now I’m back, alone and with the need to put some people in line.”
FEAR flicked his cigarette at the camera before turning and walking inside.
-
“I return to Thy WWE this week, it doesn't matter who my opponent is. I am going to be victorious."
--end--
However, what it eventually meant was a man who would walk down to the ring with Beno and we’d simply climb between the ropes. No one stood up to us. Those who tried were made examples of. Yet things went wrong, arguments backstage with management, it ruined a storyline that was meant to be awe-inspiring.
The thing is, in the end. It was that and so much more. See upon leaving, the group held out for a while but soon “The Knights” scattered. Leaving only Beno to stand and fight. So he did and he eventually found men good enough to stand by his side. He stood high above them all, a leader. Something we’d sworn never to be.”
-
“When I left with Anger, it was because of a fellow roster member who had pushed limits to the maximum but wasn’t punished. As men who stood here for honour and wanted nothing more then a united locker room. This really annoyed Anger and myself. We argued with management until we left Thy. Asking them for some form of respect and to set in place punishments for someone breaking their own rules. This person I cannot mention or represent in anyway due to legal reasons. I will call this person Dick Snoreton. “
-
“Hey but man this isn’t fair, the Knights are taking over and I could so totally take them all out with both my hands tide behind my back so it’d be a fair fight” The nasally voice penetrated the air like a dentists drill. Sending everyone around it on edge. The scene fades in from black and this face is what fills the screen
From the right side of the screen enters two men, one large and one short. The larger man had a dark purple mask, covered in splattered blood and scratches. H had a black wrestling outfit on, it tore around the arms as though it was slightly too small. His hair was long and matted, it hadn’t been washed in weeks and his eyes were dim but burned with anger when he scowled. The smaller man was wearing a black and white mask with red-rimmed eyes. He had a “The Knights of the Round Table” shirt on and small, red and black shorts. He had short brown hair and his eyes were a sharp blue. They wore a look of arrogance.
“What was that?”
“He… insults… us?”
The two men stared at the little, skinny man. Who had an expression of uneasiness.
“N…No just that, well you always win and no one gets a chance and I want a match, I think I could beat you”
Anger looked down and chuckled.
“He… mean… you…”
Fear couldn’t help himself; he stuck out his hand to shake the others mans.
“When and where my good fellow?”
The man turned toward the camera and pulled a face of pure terror. He let out a small fart and then began crying.
“I’ll ask Vince to book it this week just for you”
The man looked like he couldn’t take it anymore. He let out a disgusting sound before FEAR let out a shocked sound.
“Dirty bastard just shit himself. Ahaha I’d say you aren’t shit Dick Snoreton but that’d be a lie”
FEAR and Anger both start laughing before walking away. Leaving the other man alone, stinking of shit.
-
“Of course, there were other altercations and instances where Dick caused problems, later leading to an argument with Vince that later led to Anger and myself dropping Thy like a bad smell.”
-
Anger snarled, his eyes boring into the old saggy man before him. Fear slammed his gloved fist onto the desk and whispered in threatening voice.
“Vince, you can’t honestly sit there and let this happen? You set in places rules in your federation and then you sit there and let such a blatant disrespect to your company happen. I’m just trying to make you see.”
The camera panned across the table to Vince
“Well, you can’t tell me what to do. I own this company!”
FEAR bowed his head and shook it slowly.
“I’m not trying to tell you what to do Vince, I’m trying to tell you that this guy is disrespecting you and has broken the rules you set in place. I’m merely asking for you to set in line some form of punishment, to show you aren’t a push over”
Vince snarled and the two men.
“I said I’m the owner I tell you what to do! Dick Snoreton is a valued member of the roster, even if he is over enthusiastic, it doesn’t matter if he attacks people in the halls, it doesn’t matter if he insults ever member of my establishment. He is Dick Snoreton, he brings in views because he is a valued member, he’s as good as a brother to me. I love that boy like my own damn son!”
FEAR chuckled and took a step back.
“You’re right Vince, you’re right, of course. I was just trying to help you out here. If I was to break rules like that, I’d be kicked out of here before I could say “Chicken nuggets” but hey, you do what you think is best Vince.”
Vince banged his fist on the desk.
“You’re nothing here, you joined recently and you don’t know anything about this federation. I’ve been here since day one. I’m the owner not you!”
FEAR looked at Anger who was looking shocked at this blatant, unjustified anger by Vince.
“Well Vince if that’s how you feel then I think it’s best we leave. We just merely wanted to help you guys”
The two men turned and left the room, shaking their heads in disgust.
-
“Enough about the past though, lets talk about the future…”
-
FEAR steps out of his sleek black Ford Mustang. He was wearing his black, red and white mask. Strolling slowly up to the doors of the Thy WWE federation. He stopped and reached into his pocket. For a second he looked up at the building, shaking his head at the thought of the past events that had unfolded at these headquarters. He pulled a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and flicked the top open and pulled out a fag before placing it between his lips. He slid the packet back into his pocket and pulled out his zippo. He popped the top and lit it. He turned around and took a nice long drag, finally noticing the camera.
“Well, hello. I bet you’ve wondered where I’ve been?”
He took another drag on his smoke. Blowing smoke back out slowly, so that the smoke flowed out of his mouth.
“I’ve been traveling the Japanese indy circuit, attempting to show them the wonders of a British badass. However I got a phone call from an old friend. Asking me to make a visit to Thy for one last run.”
He toked his cigarette.
“I was a Knight of the Round Table, I was a tag champion with Beno. My name is FEAR and the truth is. I never showed my true potential but now I’m back, alone and with the need to put some people in line.”
FEAR flicked his cigarette at the camera before turning and walking inside.
-
“I return to Thy WWE this week, it doesn't matter who my opponent is. I am going to be victorious."
--end--
