V.I.P
Opener
Number of posts : 12
Age : 36
Registration date : 2007-02-22
 | Subject: V.I.P presents Karma's a Bitch  March 6th 2007, 10:45 am | |
| Welcome to my world
You think you know V.I.P you have no idea, this is who I am, this aint a
gimmick, my name is Vince Isaih Parker and my initials are V.I.P.
*An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Moment of Truth was the last week on War Zone, where I revealed the true elements of the Game. It was
to expose frauds for who they really are and bring out the hidden forms
of [great] men. One man emerged as a raging wall of fire in the form of
a human being. He peeled back the curtains to a room of screaming fans
and, where he'd usually smile to them, take pictures with them, ask
them for a nacho, some gum, buy a not-yet-eaten hotdog off them for a
dollar, pass out some WWA merchandise that he'd gotten his hands on with no
charge, slap hands, comment on their clothes, or their girlfriends, he
simply ignored every fan-based step on his solo trip down that long
almost endless steel road to the squared-circle, his eyes simply locked
on that elevated surface with the two men standing within, Standing tall, V.I.P and Nos!
This
man, furious at the world for reasons beyond their control, stormed his
way down to the ring and enters. Almost immediately after the starting
bell, this man lashes out at the opponent, an innocent young man caught
on the wrong end of a blaze that spreads like a California wildfire.
The man attempted to destroy the young cocky superstar, known as Tails, almost in the
same light as he would be destroyed in the majority of his own matches,
only to mount some sudden comeback for the victory. Though, things took
a turn for the worse with the arrival of Nos, the man that has been
taking shots at Taisl for weeks on end, and locks the furious
man in his crosshairs before firing off at him, the cold steel of the
gunman’s fist connecting with the head of the ragerous one and dropping
him like a bad habit. Down goes Frazier! Doooooown gooooes Frazier! The
rage ends in the very same moment as the man gets knocked unconscious.
The
loss doesn't matter. It was the manner in which is all went down that
irritated him. Nos didn't need my help to win the macth but the fact remains I helped a friend. So Tails falls victim to the same result as many, a Very Impressive Piledriver!
Once
again, a smile slipped over his face. Sure, what he did was completely
careless and the result was catastrophic. There were no plans leading
up to it. Just impulse and reflex. When he doesn't have the time to
think, or his mind is clouded by rage as it was that night, the man
does not have any choice but to act on instincts. That opens up gaps as
wide as a whale's anus and he took that opportunity to strike back. He
doesn't care if things went his way. As a matter of fact, he's
rather proud of it, surprisingly. A man all about fair play, driven to
ruin dreams of another purposely. It doesn't happen often.*
"So,
how does it feel, Taisl? Huh? How does it feel to come this...
*holds
up his hands, bringing his index finger and thumb close together*
friggin... close to your goal. It's yours, you can practically taste
it... and then, out of the blue... out of the deep blue sky someone
shows up and with one quick shot takes everything you've worked up for
and drops it in the trash, pours gasoline on it, sets it ablaze, pisses
it out, lights it again, throws elephant shit on it and dumps it over
your head! HUH!? That's what it's like, Tails. That's what it's like
for us when you "Do whatever it takes to win." Karma is a cold hearted
bitch with no remorse and just like a full swing with a steel chair, it
comes back around.
I don't wanna hear a single word about how
you were "robbed" of ANYTHING. I don't wanna hear it! You brought this
on yourself. I had nothing to do with it! When you play with fire, you
get burned, and when you touch my Home Boy, I come running. I can hear you.
I can feel you. You're in my soul now and you're stuck here. I'm not
gonna let this go... not for a while. A long, long while... You know I
watched the show after the fact, saw you raising your little hands.
Guess you have to get your victory somewhere. You and your little
friend. The only difference is I had Nos's Back and Frank Hart was M.I.A Missing in Action
If Frank Hart would have come to help you I would have saw it coming,
just like I'll expect to see it every week after that because that's
the only way you can stop me. Take your little Heart Attack Team and fight The Game. Whatever. In any case, lemme just congratulate the higher
ups from continuing to keep me out of Frank Hart's hair. Because you know
if you don't, shit will not be pretty like Ricky. Shiz will be
downright ugly like Bubba Sparxxx. Why can't I get Tails in a Street
Fight? I mean, come on, after all, the man done got hit so many times I
done lost count. Got this man talking like this JUST happened? Like
he's JUST NOW beefin with us because he had all the opportunities I didn't. Okay... okay... riddle me this, then. You tellin me you've been jealous
for that long? Or are you gonna sit here and tell me that wasn't you?
You’d have to have an ass of evidence to make a claim like that.
You
just better thank Double D, from the bottom of your heart, that it's not a Street Fight. I don't even give a DAMN about the Intercontinental title. I don't even care about winning. Hell, I
don't even care about putting on a show to be honest with you. The only
thing I want right now is go out there, pick up something heavy, and beat Tails's ass up and down
the WWA Arena! And I expect to see you there, Nos. Anything is fair game... emphasis on "ANYTHING." Bring
your pipes, bring your belts, bring your steel dildos and bring your
cellphones. We're gonna need to make some 911 calls cause we're gonna
have a mutha fukkin MASSACRE. WOOOOOOOO!"
Tails just saw the future and the future kicked his ass
"Let's... get it on"
--End--
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