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| Can't Stop The Headshop; More Vagina, less Peters. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 24 2005, 02:47 PM (17 Views) | |
| Rogan | Jun 24 2005, 02:47 PM Post #1 |
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The scene just opens up with Rogan Reid, super-imposed against a "NGPW" logo strapped to a chain linked fence. Reid's got his Purple Oakleys on, with a matching Headshop skullcap, and his "Team WWE" hoodie. He's also wearing a wide smile on his face. The Vanilla Thrilla slowly slides the glasses down to the tip of his nose, and looks into the camera. "Damn, things couldn't have come at a better time. Tuesday... GLORY, the day... thee EVENT, where everything goes down once and for all. I'ma make this short and simple, just like your title reign Tad. This Tuesday, things aint going your way. This TUESDAY, at GLORY, the troops are ready. The Headshop...WWE... hell, even Thad Inc. Superstars, who never once worked for me, who have HAD it up to they chins with yo bullshit... are gunnin' for you. I wish I could sum it up as simple as a numbers game. But it aint like that, nah dawg. If you countin' on the numbers, I just want you to know... you've hit a dead end in the road! As far as numbers go... we got 'em. Talent? You bet yo punk ass we got that too. Tad, it's a simple enough concept, that even you can comprehend... given your... well, let's say your partial attitude towards male genitalia, and the lack of brain capacity to think about anything else. It's like this dawg. I've been to WAR with yo Father before. I took down RCWF back in the Summer of 2002. But I aint countin' on that. You're young; cunning; more of a risk taker than yo father ever was... so I aint goin' the usual route. Numbers just won't make the cut this time around. I'ma have to go Houdini on yo ass! And by that, let's just say I got a few tricks up my sleeves. I aint speakin' about Divas neitha... This Tuesday, reality as you know it... will make like Wall Street... it's gonna come crashin' down !!! And there aint a DAMN.... thing... YOU ... can do about it!" Reid just smiles, knowing things Tad would kill to know. He then continued on his rant. "Speaking of Divas... we all saw what Rita Caliendo just did to the entire mid-card of NGPW last Tuesday. She decimated the entire Television Division of Thad Inc. Hell, she took out some of yo crew, and World Title contendors. If a two timin' chickenhead can do that, just IMAGINE what Mandy Michaels is gonna do to you. Mandy Michaels is LEVELS above Rita Caliendo. Mandy Michaels could carry this company if that burden were even left on her shoulders. So imagine someone TEN times as talented as Rita Caliendo, tearing through you like two pounds of crap through single layered toilet paper! She's gonna leave a Peters' imprint for the ages, right in the center of that ring! Not only is MANDY MICHAELS going to take that strap, that don't even belong around your waist... she's going to take your dignity. Hell, it's not about losing to a girl dawg. Nah... it aint like that. We know Krow already lost his, when Mandy Michaels made him TAP OUT! She's going to take your dignity by starting what I'M GOING TO FINISH!!! She's gonna take that precious World Title of yours ,and bring more respect to it than the entire Peters' clan wish they could have ever accomplished! And once you lose to her... it's all downhill. I only wish.. that you won't lose your World Title prior to our little engagement. I want to face the REAL Tad Peters, in his prime. Not the Tad Peters who will be bamboozled, and disenfranchised over the loss of his little gold belt. But hey, I'll make due with what's given to me. See... your career is going to be over... like a simple wrestling MATCH! 1... Bye Bye World Title... 2! .... Game Over, the masses win, and beat your Corporation... and 3!!! ... Babu and Silencine take Moore Peters' Tag Titles at Bloodshed! And when it all finally goes down... Tad... you'll know what time it is..." Reid looks at an imaginary watch on his wrist. He nods. "... that's right. My stash is about to make like your career on Tuesday... it's going UP IN SMOKE! Peace! |
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