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Post by Stare on Sept 25, 2006 6:27:48 GMT 1
^Believe me, "he" could kick your ass in a match The Final Card is posted. There is one more Blitz! before the ppv.
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Post by Cactus on Sept 28, 2006 8:11:51 GMT 1
Stare vs cactus for the GM position ? ?
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Post by Stare on Sept 28, 2006 15:02:44 GMT 1
No, not for the GM position.
I would make it a "you're fired" match, but I need all the talent I can get right now, and could really use you, so I opted against that.
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Post by Scream on Sept 29, 2006 2:39:13 GMT 1
STAFF EDIT: Second image over 400,000 bytes limit E2 EDIT: No matter how "He"^ tries to munipulate shit, I'll still own your asses. E2 EDIT II: Bitches.
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Post by diddlysquat on Oct 2, 2006 5:19:36 GMT 1
"He" can, and will, kick your ass and take your title.
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Post by Cactus on Oct 4, 2006 17:03:15 GMT 1
No, not for the GM position. I would make it a "you're fired" match, but I need all the talent I can get right now, and could really use you, so I opted against that. Boiler room brawl ? ?
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Post by brockandsable on Oct 4, 2006 17:08:13 GMT 1
Ninja......
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Post by Cactus on Oct 4, 2006 17:20:53 GMT 1
try the TNT thread, this is the big leagues we dont have any ninja's here at the majors
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Post by brockandsable on Oct 4, 2006 17:49:42 GMT 1
*guzzles 40 of Olde E*
Listen to this muthafucka talkin' about the "Big Leagues". HA HA HA. Fuckin' pussy. But you will be remembered for something tho': Your career serves as the blue print for newcomers on what NOT to do.
You start out good, and then you fall off. Like a 40 year old stripper.
Time to hang it up, Cracka Jack.
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Post by Cactus on Oct 4, 2006 19:07:25 GMT 1
At least my hiatus from here was planned by me and no forced!!!!
Any time you want to try an step up uncle tom you know where i am, i wont duck you like you claim EVERYONE else does
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Post by Scream on Oct 5, 2006 0:01:23 GMT 1
Foreshadowing?
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Post by Cactus on Oct 5, 2006 13:16:42 GMT 1
ownage
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Post by brockandsable on Oct 5, 2006 14:09:49 GMT 1
that's hilarious! ;D
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Post by Cactus on Oct 5, 2006 17:00:31 GMT 1
and true
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Post by _the j-man on Oct 5, 2006 23:15:10 GMT 1
Don't lie to yourself. Lying is bad.
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Post by Cactus on Oct 6, 2006 12:50:38 GMT 1
says the white guy pretending to be black. . . . . .and you call me a liar
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Post by brockandsable on Oct 6, 2006 19:42:38 GMT 1
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Post by Cactus on Oct 6, 2006 20:27:00 GMT 1
and the only way he could do it was to cheat, a low blow from behind when i was not looking, shit bag
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Post by brockandsable on Oct 6, 2006 20:30:36 GMT 1
Well, you were the dumbass who turned you back.
Wut'chu expect from a nigga?
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Post by Cactus on Oct 20, 2006 23:06:31 GMT 1
true
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Post by Keith Williams on Oct 21, 2006 4:31:21 GMT 1
Just be grateful that you didn't have your wallet on you Cactus, or else the victory wouldn't had been the only thing he stoled that night.
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Post by brockandsable on Dec 27, 2006 21:21:20 GMT 1
E2 Promizzle For Final Verdict FADE UP FROM BLACK where we find E2, the One Man Killing Machine, strolling down the back hallways of the M.E.N. arena. The audience cheers as P2PW’s biggest babyface has made a surprise appearance on the inferior show. E2 is dressed like a thug: oversized white T-shirt, baggy denim jeans, and the trademark size 16 Timberland boots. The nigga seems to be in a jovial mood; and judging from the slighty red eyes and the half full 40 ounce of Colt 45 in his hand, it’s easy to see why.Spackle: “Hey, man! What the hell are you doing here?! Don’t you have a title match with Red---“ E2: “Spackle! My nigga! How the fuck you been, jiggaman?” Spackle: “It’s been coolio, man. I can’t complain. I got the fuckin’ _j-man in the squared circle tonight! I’m like totally stoked! It’s all gummin’ me up inside!” E2: “_The J-Man?!? Where the fuck has dat nigga been hiding at?” Spackle: “I don’t know: But it’s gummin’ me up, already!” E2: “Damn, man. I’ve never seen the pink hair you sport up close. Dat shit makes you look gayer than Soul Reaper.” Spackle: “I’m glad you like it brothaman! It’s gummin’ me up, already!” E2: “Well, I don’t wanna keep you dawg; I know you got a big match to prepare fo’, so Imma step off, son.” Spackle: “No way man! I’m hangin’ with you. I’m gonna use this opportunity as serious motivation. It’s gummin’ me---“ E2: “Aiiright, koo, man. But enough with that ‘gummin’ me up’, bullshit. It may give people the wrong idea.” Spackle: “Cool, nigger! I mean, niggA. That totally reeks of awesomeness. I’m like: stoked!” E2 and Spackle continue down the corridor side by side. It’s now that you begin to realize how massive E2 is when standing next to greatness like Spackle. Six foot, eleven inches and nearly three hundred and twenty pounds. Spackle is excited and hype for his match. As he walks, he struts from side to side in the likeness of Axl Rose on pills. The two of them round a corner and are met by the P2PW World Champion, NIN Horror. The champion has his title draped over his left shoulder and is sporting a pair of thick sunglasses.NIN Horror: “What the fuck is going on here? What’s this all about? Spackle hanging out with the One Man Monkey Machine? ‘The fuck?!” Spackle: “You jealous!?” E2: “Relax, man. I’m not here for trouble, I’m just here to watch some of the matches. But I am looking for someone, someone in particular. So relax, nigga and take off those thick, fucking coke bottles.” NIN Horror: “The fuck is your problem, man? What’s with your fucking attitude lately?” E2: “Someone seems a bit testy: best you save dat fire for the triple threat match tonight. If you want some of this, you have to be patient. Although I respect your style and your in-ring prowess, my money’s on Scream taking the belt tonight.” Spackle: “He said ‘prowess’; HA! This is great: It’s gummin’ me up already.” E2: “But who knows, anything is possible. After I destroy Red Ninja and take the P2PW Title, and if you walk out of here tonight with that title, maybe we’ll have ourselves a little unification match at Wrestlefever 3 to see who the real head nigga in charge is!” The audience in the sold out M.E.N. arena cheer that announcement; NIN Horror is not impressed. As a matter of fact, he starts laughing.NIN Horror: (Laughing) “I don’t have time for this donkey shit, I got a match to prepare for. Hey, is that Colt 45?” E2: “Sure is.” NIN Horror: “Can I get in on some of that?” E2 hands the half-full forty bottle to the champ. NIN Horror looks down at the bottle and then back at E2. He then clears his throat and spits a yellow and bluish logy into the beer. He slowly hands the bottle back to Elijah who takes it.Spackle: “Heh, he said ‘prowess’, hahaha!” Obvious tension has built, but Spackles comedic ways have dissolved some of that. NIN Horror stares at E2 through his thick, fucking coke bottles, and then walks away to go and prepare for his triple threat match that will main event the show. E2 is still a bit pissed, but he and Spackle, side by side, continue their journey down the corridors of the arena. E2 dumps his now polluted 40 bottle into a nearby trash can.E2: “You know, nigga. One thing I respect about this country is its cleanliness. And everything is so damn proper. Even the bitches are polite. You know what this hooker said to me this morning? She asked my politely if I would like her spit or if I would like her to swallow. Ain’t that a muthafuckah?” Stare: “Did someone say swallow?” We can hear the sold out audience booing as Stare steps onto the scene. For the very first time since the Internet Title match between Shinn’s Theory and E2, Stare and the One Man Killing Machine stand face to face, eyeball to eyeball. E2 is stone-faced.Stare: “Yeah, I didn’t exactly think you’d be happy to see me, sweetheart. But I’m not hear to dig up old hatchets or even apologize for costing you the Internet Title 18 months ago. I’m here to ask you if you will deliver this to Aladdin.” Stare hands E2 a sealed envelope.E2: “What is it?” Stare: “Let’s just say it’s an invitation. Yeah, an invitation to a very important show.” E2: “Really? And what makes yo’ crackah ass think that I will deliver this to him for you?” Stare: “Because I’ve seen you two. You’re tight like that, and I trust that you have each others backs. Besides, if I hand it to him myself, a very ugly fight is bound to break out.” Spackle: “DUDE! That’s what the post office is for! This shit’s gummin’ me up already!.......” To Be Continued…..
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Post by Scream on Dec 30, 2006 20:20:20 GMT 1
Verdict is pretty much done. It will be posted after Payback for obvious reasons.
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Post by brockandsable on Jan 4, 2007 17:17:54 GMT 1
"...the fuck iz Blitz!?"
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Post by Keith Williams on Jan 9, 2007 2:53:23 GMT 1
So now that Payback is in the books, how long till Final Verdict and Reapers decision is posted?
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