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NOW PLAYING: "Every Rose Has A Thorn" -Poison
Special Guests: Chris Gambino and Masked Man. Roleplay Title: Sliders? PRT:2 So, KoRe you dropped the XWF Universal championship. You walked away, turning your back on the most respected piece of gold this industry has EVER known? Well, I'm sure that you didn't expect to hear this from my lips at this point, after all we have been through. But, I respect you for that decision man. I respect you for it, because anybody who can walk away from a championship like the Universal title has a lot of strength in my book. I just hope that for your sake, you don't regret making that decision down the road. Personally, I have been there. I walked away from the XWF Universal championship myself and Look what happened. It is because of ME, that Kitten's name is on the list of XWF Legends. If it wasn't for me giving up the Universal championship, Kitten never would have won it and She would have never become a Legend. Instead, Kitten became a Legend for plowing through a man that frankly, could be plowed through by a Significantly strong fart. That being, Jason Cash. I hope, that your decision doesn't bring the XWF shame like mine did. I hope that you aren't looked at the way I am looked at whenever somebody backstage walks by a picture of Kitten on the wall in the hallway of XWF towers. They stare, they gawk...they give me a look that could practically kill. The worst part is, there is no longer ANYTHING that I can do about it. I hope for you sake, KoRe...that doesn't happen to you. I hope that you don't look back at this decision with a heavy heart. But, as for our feud together, I know that it was all because of the evil that the Universal championship can bring to it's holder. All that power can control a man more often than not. I know, it has controlled me, it has made me to evil things that I normally wouldn't have done. If it wasn't for one very important fact, I myself would forget about the Universal Championship. That important fact though, is that I have been passed over for far too long to just give up. Steve Jason is a multiple time Universal champ, Cooper was, Boondock Saint and Even Cyren. It is my time, KoRe to show the world that I am JUST AS GOOD as all the rest of them. Too many times I have gotten screwed worse than a little boy with two broken legs locked in a room with Silverbullet. I am tired of it. I have gotten screwed by Cooper, by Christian Connolly, by Jayzon Williamz, by Cyren. I have been screwed so frigging much, that I make Kitten look like a prude. Well.....I at least make her look like not such a huge, dirty, disgusting, loose, giving head to so many guys that she bleeds white goo, 504 Boy walks with a limp because she rode him hard and Put him away wet, buying Pregnancy tests in supplies as large as most people buy rolls of toilet paper, has gotten sat on more times than the dirtiest toilet seat in the scummiest little truck stop that you can ever imagine, takes birth control through an IV just to get it into her blood faster, has had more balls in her hands than an NFL quarterback, got the word "Slut" changed and Now when a girl is loose,people just say..."Damn, you are a dirty KITTEN!", has an air freshener hanging from her waist, hovering over her Vagina and People STILL smell tuna fish whenever she is around, little WHORE! That's right and I am sick and tired of being screwed, because unlike Kitten I don't get paid for it. Sure, I may get paid for just being a part of a Universal championship match, but the amount I am paid while being the screwee, is FAR less than the amount that is paid to the screwer. I am ready to take my place back at the top, I am ready for MY second run as the XWF Universal Champion. And honestly, I care not who it is that attempts to stop me. Bring on anybody on the roster, bring on anybody from the past...because in the end the only thing that will change, is the person's name that will be marked down as the man who got his a$$ kicked by John Gambino. Plain and Simple. Now, back onto Spice-One. Man, I honestly don't know who you are, or who you think you are. But me, I know exactly who I am. I am the man who has had more main events than you have had matches. I am the man who has been, is and Will FOREVER BE one of THE single greatest entities that the XWF has ever known. You can act like you are the one to fear in this match all you want. I am happy to see when a person fills themselves with false confidence. Frankly, it makes it more fun for me when I rip my opponent apart and Humble him at my feet. So, Spice. Keep telling yourself that you are the most dangerous force that this company has ever seen. Keep telling yourself that you are good enough to face the likes of John Gambino. Keep telling yourself that you are going to end the career of John Gambino. In the end, the smile of Confidence on your face will make for a much better looking corpse. The mask makes you more powerful, does it Krazzy Kidd...I mean Spice-One? Well, I find that as difficult to believe as the time Jason Cash told me "I don't suck." We ALL know that Jason Cash could suck a golf ball through a straw and We also all know, that underneath that Halloween mask you are still just KRAZZY KIDD and NOTHING MORE! Yes, I have been WOLF, I have had a "secret Identity". But, the difference between Wolf and Spice-One, aside from the fact that Wolf is a baddass name and Spice-One sounds like a porn channel for senior citizens. The other difference, is that I was a force to be reckoned with before I put on that mask. You cannot expect to be a little weak pipsqueak, put on a mask and Become The incredible Hulk. It just doesn't work that way, son. You keep talking about how I clotheslined Krazzy Kidd, Spice? About how I took that little Crusty the Clown wannabe down to the mat, like the little red nosed bitch that he is? Well, there were two reasons that I did that. One, was because The Big Shank is one of my best friends, he is like a brother to me in fact and I would do almost anything to help him out. The second reason, was because I COULD! I am John F*CKING Gambino, I can do whatever I want, whenever I want to. Sure, I have changed my Life around and I am doing things more to what I believe to be morally right. But that is just a choice that I make. If I wanted to stop, if I wanted to start being an evil bastard once again, I would without hesitation. Because nobody leads me around, telling me what to do. I am the boss. And, one perk that comes along with being John Gambino is that I have the talent to back up my harsh words, unlike your little powdered clown a$$. So, I'll tell you what is going to happen on Massacre, Old-Spice...I am going to walk in and I am going to make you my little clown bitch. I am going to make what I did to Krazzy Kidd AKA YOU, look like a SWEET DREAM compared to the NIGHTMARE that is in your future for Monday night. You had better start trying to fins a skeleton Halloween mask with a scared, frowning face and A tear running down from it's eye. Because come Massacre, you are going to need it. Rage...HAHAHAHA! Yes, there will be Rage. You bet your Ronald McDonald looking a$$, Spice....Ahhh screw it, KRAZZY F*CKING KIDD...THERE WILL BE PAIN, THERE WILL BE AGONY AND THERE WILL BE A NICE PUDDLE OF FRESH BLOOD.......Your blood. ------------------------------------ Saturday October 11 th 2008, Time Unknown. Location Currently Unknown. As the axe flew downward, I did not make a peep. I was not going to be intimidated, especially since I knew from person experience that anybody in his position, is all about intimidation. The blade of the axe hit the chain attached to my right arm, the chain broke and I pulled my arm upwards. I knew what he was up to, he was going to release my arms so that I felt as if I would soon be free. But I knew better, I knew that he wasn't going to be just letting me walk out of that basement. He Lifted the axe back upward and Then moved it over to my left arm, he drops the axe and The blade breaks through the chain which held my left arm. "Gambino." The voice spoke in a whisper, I shook my head at his poor attempt at being scary. The only more pathetic attempt, was from Spice-One. I knew without a doubt, that I could have done better. "You will do as I say, or I will begin chopping off your limbs, one by one." "Listen." I said, sitting forward on the cot. "I don't know who the hell you are, or who you think you are. But, I have been behind that mask, I know your tricks. You aren't going to cut off any of my limbs. Now, I demand that you release me this second. I promise you, I will not call the police. But, I will KICK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!" My face reddened, I struggled to get loose from the two chains that still kept me from moving my legs. With that, the masked man moved closer to me, still covering that axe over my body. I looked on with a snarl.
Without any warning, the masked man swung the axe downward. The blade slammed into my left thumb, I watched as the tip of my thumb was sliced off. Blood poured from the nub, as the tip of my thunb flew onto the ground. "MOTHER F*CKER!" I shouted, my eyes turning to look at the masked man. "WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING!?" I quickly used my right hand to grab the material of my left pant leg. I ripped the pant leg and Wrapped my bloody thumb as tightly as I could with the small piece of cloth. Once my wound was wrapped, I turned my attention back to the masked man. My eyes locked onto him, my nose wrinkled and My anger could be very easily seen by anybody. "Now, are you ready to do as I say, Mr. Gambino?" "F*CK YOU, BITCH!" The man dropped the axe down onto the cement floor, he then turned around and Walked out of the room. Where he went, I have no idea...the darkness was still too overwhelming for me to see anything around me. I felt weak, as the blood continued to leak from my severed thumb. But, I needed to act as fast as I possibly could, as he was sure to be returning to the room soon enough. I used the last bit of strength that I had, to reach beside me on the left side of the cot. I felt around for a few seconds on the floor and Felt the fallen axe with my hand. I wrapped my fingers around the handle of the axe and Lifted it up. I knew that he would see it if I just held onto it and Then, without a doubt he would take it from me before I could use it to my own benefit. So, I decided to hide the axe on the otherside of the cot, where the light didn't shine and He wouldn't be able to see it. I dropped the zex down onto the floor quickly. All I needed now, was for him to get close enough to me for me to actually use the axe. Within seconds, the masked man walked back into the small room. In his hand this time was a small black remote control of some sort. "What the hell? Are we gonna watch some TV now?" I asked, chuckling afterwards. "Sorry, our tastes are probably very much different. I don't enjoy watching gay porn. But, I can give you somebody's phone number. His name is Spice-One, you'll love him. Though, he is already kind of "involved" with this guy Thomas Davis. But, I'm sure you can perswade him to have a little fun with you." "SILENCE!" The masked man shouted. "No more fun and Games." "Fun and F*CKING Games? maybe getting a thumb sliced off, then getting hit on by a gay porn watching masked fool is your idea of fun and Games. But, I would rather just play some Xbox 360. Or any game system rather than sit here with you.....well, with the exception of Nintendo Wii. I would rather lose another finger, than play that piece of gaming excrament." Without saying a word, the masked man pushes his thumb down onto the red button in the center of the remote control. I can't describe the pain that followed to the degree of how it felt. It felt like my entire body was filled with lightning, my body began to twitch and All I could do was sit there and Take it. Finally, after a few seconds that in reality, felt more like a few days to me...he pushed the red button once again and The pain stopped. "Now, are you willing to do as I say? I want you to kill your ex-wife, I want you to murder her violently and Then turn yourself in. Will you deny me again?" "Britney?" I asked, as I laid back on the cot...my body still weak from pain. "Why do you want me to kill Britney?" "That is none of your concern. Will you do this for me, or not?" "F*CK NO!" I shouted. "NEVER!" The man pushed the red button once again, this time it felt even worse than before. I felt like my entire body was on fire. My skin felt as if it was going to melt right off my bones. After what seemed like an entire lifetime, the pain stopped once again. But, the throbbing almost as if he hadn't turned off the tourture machine. I knew, that it would just be a matter of time before the machine did fatal damage to my body. "O......O....Okay." I said, my voice weak. "Just....Just, come over here. I.....have no strength, I can't talk very loudly." The masked man moved closer to me, he stood right beside my bed, peering downward at me. "C...closer." He bent over, getting his ear which was peaking out from under his mask, right beside my mouth. I used my last bit of strength quickly, opening my mouth and Biting down onto his ear as hard as I could. "F*CK! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He shouted. I then reached my hand down onto the floor, grabbing the handle of the axe. I lifted the axe upward and Swung it toward the masked man's arm. SLICE! The steel of the axe cut through the flesh and Bone of his arm, like a hot knife through butter. His right arm fell onto the floor, blood spattered everywhere. As the masked man staggered backwards, I lifted the axe and Swung it at the chains which held my legs down. As soon as both chains were broken, I scrambled to my feet...staggering as I attempted to run to the door. The mask man laid on the floor, blood forming a puddle under the stub that was once his arm. I ran out the door, hoping that the next room would bring me upstairs and Out of wharever I was. In the next room, I stopped dead.....I couldn't believe it.... "Chris?" I asked. "You were going to have YOUR OWN mother killed?" "You're damned right." Chris said, an evil look in his eyes and A sadistic grin on his face. "I am going to kill her, then I am going to take her share of Gambino Industries. Then, I will own more of the company than you do and It will be ALL MINE, as I force YOU to your knees!" "Chris....you can't possibly......" Before I could talk to him, he had reached into his pocket and Pulled out a small smoke bomb. He lit the bomb and Tossed it at the concrete floor. Smoke filled the room. I began coughing as I attempted to find Chris. But, once the smoke began to clear...I could see that he was already gone and Now, after his mother.
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