Post by Syrus The Entertainer on Nov 30, 2007 20:12:45 GMT -5
*Takes place as Syrus is being "Dragged Away" from the Parking Lot by XWA's "security".*
The only thing, the ONLY thing I'm praying for is that the powers that be do put your ass into that match so that I can personally see to handing said ass to you on a plate, in a can or in a ziploc bag, you choose. You talk about 11 some-odd years in this business, good for you! I'm talking about nine months in this business and shit, I been here just as long as you have and practically done more in that time than you have.
All you've done worthwhile is kiss Scott O'Dell's ass and try to ride his success into a higher "position", and oh yeah...WHINE LIKE A BITCH!!! All the rest of that, sorry dude but it don't, won't never have and never will mean a god-damn thing to Syrus-The Mother-effin' System-Sykes. Read that name good and hard and long cuz it's not going anywhere. We will be here FOREVER. ForEVER and EVER, and EVER and EVER, we will be here. When you are gone and busy shoving your *ahem* career down another fed's throat, we will be here. We is ME, MYSELF and I-and you can do one thing about that, not a DAMN thing.
Don't know what part of YOU AIN'T SHIT you don't understand, maybe you been hit over the head too many times in all that glorious tenure you got wherever you been. Too many cookie sheets...don't you worry though "Twinkle", when tonight's done you'll have all the material you need to whine as much as you want to whoever actually gives a damn what you have to say, which ain't too many people, brah.
He then stares straight into the camera and PLEADS with XWA Management.
Gallas, Blackheart, Zeus, Jehova, Yahweh, The Virgin Mary, Lord Jesus Chrisht Almighty himself, whoever...WHOEVER the wrestling gods may be I pray to you all to please give Brent Starr the testicles NOT to skip town, to stay here walk down that aisle in MSG and get that ass whooped holier than any Canadian team that plays anything but hockey by WE. Tonight I'm making it my business to see your ass on out of here, cuz it looks to me from all that bitchin' that you don't like it here much. That, or you wanna be the XWA's "Wildcat"...if you get my drift. You got two ways out "Twinkle", in that busted-ass ride of yours or off the end the end of my foot when it kicks your ass out of The Big Apple, but wait...he might actually stay if he wins, thens he'd have something to talk about-just the same as he does when he doesn't win, himself!
Nah, imma pass on that.
Then you can skip town homie, flutter right on by and tell 'em all about the night you got spanked like a 2 cent Ho who likes gettin' spanked by the one S-Double...cuz anything else-much like you in getting any kind of opportunity being such a whining little bum that you are has to do-sucks. Now make like a Norse gangsta and VAL-HOLLA back, bitches!!!
And he's out.
The only thing, the ONLY thing I'm praying for is that the powers that be do put your ass into that match so that I can personally see to handing said ass to you on a plate, in a can or in a ziploc bag, you choose. You talk about 11 some-odd years in this business, good for you! I'm talking about nine months in this business and shit, I been here just as long as you have and practically done more in that time than you have.
All you've done worthwhile is kiss Scott O'Dell's ass and try to ride his success into a higher "position", and oh yeah...WHINE LIKE A BITCH!!! All the rest of that, sorry dude but it don't, won't never have and never will mean a god-damn thing to Syrus-The Mother-effin' System-Sykes. Read that name good and hard and long cuz it's not going anywhere. We will be here FOREVER. ForEVER and EVER, and EVER and EVER, we will be here. When you are gone and busy shoving your *ahem* career down another fed's throat, we will be here. We is ME, MYSELF and I-and you can do one thing about that, not a DAMN thing.
Don't know what part of YOU AIN'T SHIT you don't understand, maybe you been hit over the head too many times in all that glorious tenure you got wherever you been. Too many cookie sheets...don't you worry though "Twinkle", when tonight's done you'll have all the material you need to whine as much as you want to whoever actually gives a damn what you have to say, which ain't too many people, brah.
He then stares straight into the camera and PLEADS with XWA Management.
Gallas, Blackheart, Zeus, Jehova, Yahweh, The Virgin Mary, Lord Jesus Chrisht Almighty himself, whoever...WHOEVER the wrestling gods may be I pray to you all to please give Brent Starr the testicles NOT to skip town, to stay here walk down that aisle in MSG and get that ass whooped holier than any Canadian team that plays anything but hockey by WE. Tonight I'm making it my business to see your ass on out of here, cuz it looks to me from all that bitchin' that you don't like it here much. That, or you wanna be the XWA's "Wildcat"...if you get my drift. You got two ways out "Twinkle", in that busted-ass ride of yours or off the end the end of my foot when it kicks your ass out of The Big Apple, but wait...he might actually stay if he wins, thens he'd have something to talk about-just the same as he does when he doesn't win, himself!
Nah, imma pass on that.
Then you can skip town homie, flutter right on by and tell 'em all about the night you got spanked like a 2 cent Ho who likes gettin' spanked by the one S-Double...cuz anything else-much like you in getting any kind of opportunity being such a whining little bum that you are has to do-sucks. Now make like a Norse gangsta and VAL-HOLLA back, bitches!!!
And he's out.
