Post by Guillotine (QDT) on Apr 29, 2019 19:08:52 GMT -5
(OOC - For maximum reading experience, play the music as you proceed )
I'd like to close my eyes and go numb
But there's a cold wind coming from
The top of the highest high rise today
It's not a breeze 'cause it blows hard
Yes and it wants me to discard the humanity I know
Watch the warmth blow away
Fuck me. Is there a boulder on my skull? Arena lights so bright. Place spinning. Colours blurring. I'm hearing things. The fans seem to be chanting something. "QDT QDT QDT"? This a joke? Where's Vayden at? My legs are carrying me to the back and I can't stop them. Wait, who's that? A guy's running out from the side of the ramp. Donnie from production. Dude looks panicked. What does he want? Now's not the time for more shots for the website. He's putting his hand on my arm. Fuckin' cheek of it.
Donnie: Quixote, this way now!
Quixote: Get your mitts off me, wanker.
Please. We need to go right away. Quick!
OK I'll bite. I follow him hurriedly down the side exit and down an empty corridor. My cranium's beating bad.
Da fuck are we going?! You pussies censoring me again?
We need to keep moving.
OH HELL NO. Brazenness just gone from WTF cute to totally fucking unacceptable.
Fuck this! I'm not following you. I've got a 201 & Fun Title to retain. Where did Derrick go? I gotta demolish him quick to prepare for the Rumble.
Wait? WHAT?!
Err, 201 dickhead. I'm the Champ if you didn't hear. You just cut me off in the middle of my match.
Oh shit.
He gets out a crappy brick that people on his paltry wages consider a phone.
(on phone) Doc, I'm with QDT. He's not all there. Code C I think. Meet us at the Green North emergency exit ASAP. Yeah, grateful, Ray. Bye.
He stops dead in his tracks and looks me square in the face.
Quixote, can you tell me what you last recall? Things went hazy, right?
Oh shit.
Vayden cracked me with a Running Knee Smash and the back of my head felt like hot coffee got poured into it. HE DIDN'T WIN MY FUCKING BELT, DID HE?!?!?
No, no, you retained. And a LOT more shit went down. You recall anything else or was it pure auto pilot?
I had the strangest dream. I was humping a ring rope and over 20 guys on some chat room were saying we were in love and shit. And I remember the words "nice suplex" and something about Beau Blaze and a ring apron. Seth Lerch too? Nah, that's got to be a dream. And I suddenly crave Arbys. But that's all...
We must get you seen by the doctor. I'll show you the footage on my phone later. You're gonna want to see what you did, man! You absolutely killed it, superstar. GOAT performance.
I won?
Well... no, but
Then don't tell me. I failed.
Man this truly sucks. My head feels like it's been molested by a killer whale and I totally blew the Havoc Rumble. I want to go home but this joker's taking me to a doctor.
Wait, one question. Why did you come and get me on the ramp and whisk me off through the side exit?
He hesitates.
TELL ME, LIPDICK! … Sorry, I mean... please could you explain, pal?
I brought you this way because Wade's fucking livid storming around backstage baying for your blood. Management asked me to sneak you away.
Uh?! Wade Moor? Doesn't bother me. I'll go back and give him some!
I turn back and charge in the direction of the main backstage zone. Or not. I'm on the floor and I can't see straight.
Come on fella. Steady.
He gently lifts me to my feet but I shake him off. I'm good. Well, I'm not but there's business to attend to.
In your present condition, you need to steer clear. I don't think I've ever seen Wade as irate. He's cost us thousands in damages already. Live to fight another day, Qui.
Nah, not happening. I'm not walking away from this fi... urrrghhh.
Do you think I should adhere
To that pressing new frontier
And leave in my wake a trail of fear?
Or should I hold my head up high
And throw a wrench in spokes by
Leaving the air behind me clear?
Chris Van Vliet: Worldwide media and advertisers are swarming round you, you're the talk of the industry and rumour has it, you're set to face the hottest guy in Action Wrestling at Evolution 2, one Mr. Wade Moor. So when you promised in your promo to shock the world and become an overnight sensation, could you have imagined just how true those words have become?
This guy's a bit of a puppy dog but I can't help but feel comfortable. I even like him a little. No, that's going too far but he ok. Out of my fourteen interviews so far today, he is by far the best and my answers will reward that. This mocha he bought me tastes like piss though and the conference suite we're filming in doesn't inspire the imagination.
My promises in my promo were ultimately hollow. I lost.
Well sure but... 11 eliminations, breaking Wade Moor's record of 10. Heck, you even knocked out The Leviathan himself! It was the star making performance of history. It reminded me of Buster Douglas knocking out Tyson. The New York Giants Superbowl 2007. Or Wayne Rooney's soccer debut as a 16 year old. But it was like... even better.
Thank you but I came to Havoc to win. I'd trade all those 11 eliminations for just 1 - eliminating Michael X to book my ticket against Ryan Lockhart at Evolution 2. All the rest don't mean jack.
For me, what most caught my attention was not your performance. I knew you were good from your 201 matches. The shocker for me was the response from the crowd. You went from zero to hero, super villain to one of the biggest heroes in the course of a few minutes. That had to feel good, right?
I don't remember. My head was basically kinda mush at that point. I was running on pure adrenaline and muscle memory. Least it stopped me overthinking it, I guess. But yeah, about the fans. They're barking up the wrong tree. I'm not their guy. High profile scalps in the Havoc Rumble don't erase all I've done and the man I've become. They're looking for heroes in the wrong place. Sorry. It's not that I'm not... well... never mind.
How is your head now?
Sore as all hell. I cleared the concussion tests though so I'm good to go.
Wade won't forget what you did too easily, I suspect.
No, nor should he. But if that got him as inflamed and red raw as a tart's arse in spank porn, he'll just have to wait for what's next because I'm going to gouge his eyes out and shove them up his foreskin so he can see just how inadequate he truly is.
Hey, we probably can't swear on this...
Sorry Chris. FUCKCOCKSHITARSECUMCUNTSHADOWLOVEBALLS. Blame the Tourette's.
His nervous laugh hangs in the air a little too long for my liking.
#BeachKrew are powerful enemies to have, right?
I couldn't give a damn. If #BeachKrew want to attack me, they know when and where I am. I will be waiting, solo as usual.
What's next for you? The Universe is at your feet, it seems.
My biggest ambition is to wipe out Eli Lobo on Clash. I won my third 201 Title 44 days ago from today. When I retain on Clash, that'll make it a 51 day reign and counting. Then, I have 6 days to exceed Zombie McMorris' record reign which will be a done deal as I won't have a match until the day after. So come the Clash on 13th May, I will have a celebration and all comers are welcome to challenge me.
No disrespect QDT but is that really your greatest aspiration at this point? I mean, you could be facing Wade Moor at Evolution 2! I can't think of a more prestigious opponent.
As I said, what I most want to do is become the longest reigning 201 & Fun Champion. People don't get this because they're snobs and my division had a bad gloss before I arrived. You know, I have also had a love hate relationship with the thing. But honestly, I LOVE the 201 division. It is a part of who I am now. I don't EVER want to lose it.
I tenderly caress my belt just to hammer home the point.
Wade Moor can come later. I'll fight him any time outside the squared circle. He can come round my house with a baseball bat tonight for all I care. But, in the ring, I'm a 201 guy. I don't dream about fatass Wade Moor at Evolution 2. I dream about Vayden part 2, Magic Maddox now he's found God, that new guy Michael Trapson maybe... heck, ZMAC or Jaice Wilds could come back and play. If I can't fight for the World Championship, 201 IS my World Title and I'll be proud to defend it at the grandest show of the year. Wade Moor will have to cut weight... which we all know he won't do because he's too gluttonous and arrogant; gnawing on his own dick cheese.
He looks at me incredulously but I'm serious. Damn serious.
Don't let the world bring you down
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold
Remember why you came and while you're alive
Experience the warmth before you grow old
I'd like to close my eyes and go numb
But there's a cold wind coming from
The top of the highest high rise today
It's not a breeze 'cause it blows hard
Yes and it wants me to discard the humanity I know
Watch the warmth blow away
Fuck me. Is there a boulder on my skull? Arena lights so bright. Place spinning. Colours blurring. I'm hearing things. The fans seem to be chanting something. "QDT QDT QDT"? This a joke? Where's Vayden at? My legs are carrying me to the back and I can't stop them. Wait, who's that? A guy's running out from the side of the ramp. Donnie from production. Dude looks panicked. What does he want? Now's not the time for more shots for the website. He's putting his hand on my arm. Fuckin' cheek of it.
Donnie: Quixote, this way now!
Quixote: Get your mitts off me, wanker.
Please. We need to go right away. Quick!
OK I'll bite. I follow him hurriedly down the side exit and down an empty corridor. My cranium's beating bad.
Da fuck are we going?! You pussies censoring me again?
We need to keep moving.
OH HELL NO. Brazenness just gone from WTF cute to totally fucking unacceptable.
Fuck this! I'm not following you. I've got a 201 & Fun Title to retain. Where did Derrick go? I gotta demolish him quick to prepare for the Rumble.
Wait? WHAT?!
Err, 201 dickhead. I'm the Champ if you didn't hear. You just cut me off in the middle of my match.
Oh shit.
He gets out a crappy brick that people on his paltry wages consider a phone.
(on phone) Doc, I'm with QDT. He's not all there. Code C I think. Meet us at the Green North emergency exit ASAP. Yeah, grateful, Ray. Bye.
He stops dead in his tracks and looks me square in the face.
Quixote, can you tell me what you last recall? Things went hazy, right?
Oh shit.
Vayden cracked me with a Running Knee Smash and the back of my head felt like hot coffee got poured into it. HE DIDN'T WIN MY FUCKING BELT, DID HE?!?!?
No, no, you retained. And a LOT more shit went down. You recall anything else or was it pure auto pilot?
I had the strangest dream. I was humping a ring rope and over 20 guys on some chat room were saying we were in love and shit. And I remember the words "nice suplex" and something about Beau Blaze and a ring apron. Seth Lerch too? Nah, that's got to be a dream. And I suddenly crave Arbys. But that's all...
We must get you seen by the doctor. I'll show you the footage on my phone later. You're gonna want to see what you did, man! You absolutely killed it, superstar. GOAT performance.
I won?
Well... no, but
Then don't tell me. I failed.
Man this truly sucks. My head feels like it's been molested by a killer whale and I totally blew the Havoc Rumble. I want to go home but this joker's taking me to a doctor.
Wait, one question. Why did you come and get me on the ramp and whisk me off through the side exit?
He hesitates.
TELL ME, LIPDICK! … Sorry, I mean... please could you explain, pal?
I brought you this way because Wade's fucking livid storming around backstage baying for your blood. Management asked me to sneak you away.
Uh?! Wade Moor? Doesn't bother me. I'll go back and give him some!
I turn back and charge in the direction of the main backstage zone. Or not. I'm on the floor and I can't see straight.
Come on fella. Steady.
He gently lifts me to my feet but I shake him off. I'm good. Well, I'm not but there's business to attend to.
In your present condition, you need to steer clear. I don't think I've ever seen Wade as irate. He's cost us thousands in damages already. Live to fight another day, Qui.
Nah, not happening. I'm not walking away from this fi... urrrghhh.
Do you think I should adhere
To that pressing new frontier
And leave in my wake a trail of fear?
Or should I hold my head up high
And throw a wrench in spokes by
Leaving the air behind me clear?
Chris Van Vliet: Worldwide media and advertisers are swarming round you, you're the talk of the industry and rumour has it, you're set to face the hottest guy in Action Wrestling at Evolution 2, one Mr. Wade Moor. So when you promised in your promo to shock the world and become an overnight sensation, could you have imagined just how true those words have become?
This guy's a bit of a puppy dog but I can't help but feel comfortable. I even like him a little. No, that's going too far but he ok. Out of my fourteen interviews so far today, he is by far the best and my answers will reward that. This mocha he bought me tastes like piss though and the conference suite we're filming in doesn't inspire the imagination.
My promises in my promo were ultimately hollow. I lost.
Well sure but... 11 eliminations, breaking Wade Moor's record of 10. Heck, you even knocked out The Leviathan himself! It was the star making performance of history. It reminded me of Buster Douglas knocking out Tyson. The New York Giants Superbowl 2007. Or Wayne Rooney's soccer debut as a 16 year old. But it was like... even better.
Thank you but I came to Havoc to win. I'd trade all those 11 eliminations for just 1 - eliminating Michael X to book my ticket against Ryan Lockhart at Evolution 2. All the rest don't mean jack.
For me, what most caught my attention was not your performance. I knew you were good from your 201 matches. The shocker for me was the response from the crowd. You went from zero to hero, super villain to one of the biggest heroes in the course of a few minutes. That had to feel good, right?
I don't remember. My head was basically kinda mush at that point. I was running on pure adrenaline and muscle memory. Least it stopped me overthinking it, I guess. But yeah, about the fans. They're barking up the wrong tree. I'm not their guy. High profile scalps in the Havoc Rumble don't erase all I've done and the man I've become. They're looking for heroes in the wrong place. Sorry. It's not that I'm not... well... never mind.
How is your head now?
Sore as all hell. I cleared the concussion tests though so I'm good to go.
Wade won't forget what you did too easily, I suspect.
No, nor should he. But if that got him as inflamed and red raw as a tart's arse in spank porn, he'll just have to wait for what's next because I'm going to gouge his eyes out and shove them up his foreskin so he can see just how inadequate he truly is.
Hey, we probably can't swear on this...
Sorry Chris. FUCKCOCKSHITARSECUMCUNTSHADOWLOVEBALLS. Blame the Tourette's.
His nervous laugh hangs in the air a little too long for my liking.
#BeachKrew are powerful enemies to have, right?
I couldn't give a damn. If #BeachKrew want to attack me, they know when and where I am. I will be waiting, solo as usual.
What's next for you? The Universe is at your feet, it seems.
My biggest ambition is to wipe out Eli Lobo on Clash. I won my third 201 Title 44 days ago from today. When I retain on Clash, that'll make it a 51 day reign and counting. Then, I have 6 days to exceed Zombie McMorris' record reign which will be a done deal as I won't have a match until the day after. So come the Clash on 13th May, I will have a celebration and all comers are welcome to challenge me.
No disrespect QDT but is that really your greatest aspiration at this point? I mean, you could be facing Wade Moor at Evolution 2! I can't think of a more prestigious opponent.
As I said, what I most want to do is become the longest reigning 201 & Fun Champion. People don't get this because they're snobs and my division had a bad gloss before I arrived. You know, I have also had a love hate relationship with the thing. But honestly, I LOVE the 201 division. It is a part of who I am now. I don't EVER want to lose it.
I tenderly caress my belt just to hammer home the point.
Wade Moor can come later. I'll fight him any time outside the squared circle. He can come round my house with a baseball bat tonight for all I care. But, in the ring, I'm a 201 guy. I don't dream about fatass Wade Moor at Evolution 2. I dream about Vayden part 2, Magic Maddox now he's found God, that new guy Michael Trapson maybe... heck, ZMAC or Jaice Wilds could come back and play. If I can't fight for the World Championship, 201 IS my World Title and I'll be proud to defend it at the grandest show of the year. Wade Moor will have to cut weight... which we all know he won't do because he's too gluttonous and arrogant; gnawing on his own dick cheese.
He looks at me incredulously but I'm serious. Damn serious.
Don't let the world bring you down
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold
Remember why you came and while you're alive
Experience the warmth before you grow old