Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2017 11:52:29 GMT -5
Rumors have circulated around the Carnage Wrestling circle that at every Carnage Wrestling event there is a ball pit. No one had been able to find its exact location. In fact, Tweeder and Asahi stumbled on it by accident one fateful day in August. It was when Asahi had a transformation from Macho Libra, a disgusting and out of shape wrestler who everyone made fun of. On that day, when the ball pit was discovered, it was some sort of time machine for Dr. Winn who returned after several years. While it was a time machine for Dr. Winn who seemed to think it was 2010, the affects like radiation are unknown to others. Could it give them some type of super power or cause them to turn into a banjo playing, inbred person from Fife? It is safe to say Tweeder isn’t one who follows the rules as he should. Besides he found the ball pit at the Carnage event in Philadelphia, but apparently it was some running joke with the backstage crew who made sure a piece of Dr. Winn was at every Carnage events. However since Tweeder has once again found the famous ball pit, it is time to see what will happen if someone other than Dr. Winn gets in it.
As the camera's open on an unknown location within the Carnage Wrestling Arena we find the Ultraviolent Icon, Tweeder laying in the middle of the ball pit. He extends his arms out with a smile on his face as he addresses the camera. So far nothing has happened and he hasn’t been turned into a newt looking like Aries Reed.
Why do I feel like Emperor Palpatine right now when I say everything is proceeding as I have foreseen? Aye I am an arsehole, but not a complete prick. Besides do I look like a N.E.D.? Well ok, I might be a prick, but not at the level like Hunter Grand. However a bit I told you so is in order after dispatching crazy cat lady and dull bar. I said I deserved to be in the main event and now once again, someone else gets to join me in center stage. Soon it will be Dick Devereaux and in the main event battling it out to be the first ever Union Battleground champion. Now I know I am getting ahead of myself as there is an Irish lass who stands in my way.
He positions his arms behind his head as his expression grows serious.
Emery Layton, you know what your problem is? Besides people like Hunter and Anton Chase acting like awful feckin gobshites, you have others like Trixie who seem to be nothing more than lickarses. Seriously, all they do it suck up to you in hopes you will let them ride your coat tails. That is not exactly a healthy thing there love because otherwise you turn into a Hunter Grand. They are talking pure shite to you. Maybe because everyone is blabbering in your ear, you are listening to them, acting like a septic, and soon you will be as sharp as a beach ball. You are not a taig, but shant who thinks she can make a name for herself here in UB. Go on and talk your rubbish about how this is where you are going to make a name for yourself. I’ll grab a pint and wait for that to happen.
He shakes his head.
Más mian leat a bheith ar an réalta barr, ansin beidh tú ag dul trí dom. Ná ní dóigh mé ag dul chun dul go héasca ar tú díreach mar gheall ar an nasc Ceilteach. Cuimhnigh Tá mé an ceann a thuar an toradh ar ár taobh an lúibín. Ba chóir duit buíochas a ghabháil Graves ar feadh tréimhse nach chur tú ar an taobh eile nó go mbeadh tú go bhfuil siad imithe amach tar éis an chéad bhabhta. Seo rud cé, ba mhaith liom daoine chun fanacht amach as ár chomhrac agus lig dúinn dul ar sé. Lig do na cinn eile a láimhseáil a gcuid dráma féin ina gcuid ama féin. geallaim duit Emery go bhfuil mé ag dul a toss tú timpeall cosúil le doll rag díreach mar a rinne mé le Trixie. D'fhéadfá a bheith níos tapúla ná mise, ach tá tú ag dul a fháil tuirseach ó reáchtáil ar fud a dhéanann tú. Mar sin, cé go d'fhéadfá smaoineamh go bhfuil tú an luck na hÉireann, b'fhéidir ba chóir duit smaoineamh ar na éachtaí na hÉireann a bhí le déanaí. Ná bíodh imní ort, tá aon rud ró-spreagúil a tharla agus an seans aon ní tarlú aon am go luath ar tí chomh maith le do seans cinn leis na cluichí ceannais.
Tweeder sighs and throws his arms up into the air, letting his hands fall down into the pit.
Emery, I realize you are gypsy scum who turn places like Sandford which are trying to a model for peace in hopes the rest of the UK and Ireland can live in peace into a land of maggots. See you, who do you think you are? I can see you ruining UB just like your gypsy friends ruin my country. I might not be staying around a full timer, but I am going to make sure you don’t pollute UB like Hunter or Franklin Dean tried to do. Sorry love, but your road to glory ends here much like Ireland’s chances of winning the Six Nations ended on 4 February.
Picking up a ball, looking at it closely, and then throwing it over his shoulder, Tweeder continues.
When I say I am going to hurt you, I’m not talking out of my arse like a few others have so far. It is a promise. I would make you eat barbwire or rearrange your pretty little face with something, but to be fair Axel Graves hasn’t authorized matches like that…yet. Besides I’m not even sure if the deal with Spike TV would allow it. Still you get to be an example to a number of other people who think I can’t wrestle. If circumstances were different, I would say we could be friends or even tag team partners, but this is where the road ends for you Emory.
The camera zooms into his face, and his eyes narrow as he glares into the camera.
I am your judge. I am your jury. I am your executioner. Welcome to Ultra Violence.
As the camera's open on an unknown location within the Carnage Wrestling Arena we find the Ultraviolent Icon, Tweeder laying in the middle of the ball pit. He extends his arms out with a smile on his face as he addresses the camera. So far nothing has happened and he hasn’t been turned into a newt looking like Aries Reed.
Why do I feel like Emperor Palpatine right now when I say everything is proceeding as I have foreseen? Aye I am an arsehole, but not a complete prick. Besides do I look like a N.E.D.? Well ok, I might be a prick, but not at the level like Hunter Grand. However a bit I told you so is in order after dispatching crazy cat lady and dull bar. I said I deserved to be in the main event and now once again, someone else gets to join me in center stage. Soon it will be Dick Devereaux and in the main event battling it out to be the first ever Union Battleground champion. Now I know I am getting ahead of myself as there is an Irish lass who stands in my way.
He positions his arms behind his head as his expression grows serious.
Emery Layton, you know what your problem is? Besides people like Hunter and Anton Chase acting like awful feckin gobshites, you have others like Trixie who seem to be nothing more than lickarses. Seriously, all they do it suck up to you in hopes you will let them ride your coat tails. That is not exactly a healthy thing there love because otherwise you turn into a Hunter Grand. They are talking pure shite to you. Maybe because everyone is blabbering in your ear, you are listening to them, acting like a septic, and soon you will be as sharp as a beach ball. You are not a taig, but shant who thinks she can make a name for herself here in UB. Go on and talk your rubbish about how this is where you are going to make a name for yourself. I’ll grab a pint and wait for that to happen.
He shakes his head.
Más mian leat a bheith ar an réalta barr, ansin beidh tú ag dul trí dom. Ná ní dóigh mé ag dul chun dul go héasca ar tú díreach mar gheall ar an nasc Ceilteach. Cuimhnigh Tá mé an ceann a thuar an toradh ar ár taobh an lúibín. Ba chóir duit buíochas a ghabháil Graves ar feadh tréimhse nach chur tú ar an taobh eile nó go mbeadh tú go bhfuil siad imithe amach tar éis an chéad bhabhta. Seo rud cé, ba mhaith liom daoine chun fanacht amach as ár chomhrac agus lig dúinn dul ar sé. Lig do na cinn eile a láimhseáil a gcuid dráma féin ina gcuid ama féin. geallaim duit Emery go bhfuil mé ag dul a toss tú timpeall cosúil le doll rag díreach mar a rinne mé le Trixie. D'fhéadfá a bheith níos tapúla ná mise, ach tá tú ag dul a fháil tuirseach ó reáchtáil ar fud a dhéanann tú. Mar sin, cé go d'fhéadfá smaoineamh go bhfuil tú an luck na hÉireann, b'fhéidir ba chóir duit smaoineamh ar na éachtaí na hÉireann a bhí le déanaí. Ná bíodh imní ort, tá aon rud ró-spreagúil a tharla agus an seans aon ní tarlú aon am go luath ar tí chomh maith le do seans cinn leis na cluichí ceannais.
Tweeder sighs and throws his arms up into the air, letting his hands fall down into the pit.
Emery, I realize you are gypsy scum who turn places like Sandford which are trying to a model for peace in hopes the rest of the UK and Ireland can live in peace into a land of maggots. See you, who do you think you are? I can see you ruining UB just like your gypsy friends ruin my country. I might not be staying around a full timer, but I am going to make sure you don’t pollute UB like Hunter or Franklin Dean tried to do. Sorry love, but your road to glory ends here much like Ireland’s chances of winning the Six Nations ended on 4 February.
Picking up a ball, looking at it closely, and then throwing it over his shoulder, Tweeder continues.
When I say I am going to hurt you, I’m not talking out of my arse like a few others have so far. It is a promise. I would make you eat barbwire or rearrange your pretty little face with something, but to be fair Axel Graves hasn’t authorized matches like that…yet. Besides I’m not even sure if the deal with Spike TV would allow it. Still you get to be an example to a number of other people who think I can’t wrestle. If circumstances were different, I would say we could be friends or even tag team partners, but this is where the road ends for you Emory.
The camera zooms into his face, and his eyes narrow as he glares into the camera.
I am your judge. I am your jury. I am your executioner. Welcome to Ultra Violence.