Post by hardcorejono on Aug 29, 2007 22:36:15 GMT -5
(We begin with the sound of a ringing phone.)
(Ring)
(The phone continues ringing .)
(Ring)
(Ring)
(Ring)
(Finally after the fourth fuckent time it goes to voice mail.)
Phone Greeting: Hey this is Tommy... I’m out gettin wasted right now, leave me a message and I’ll get back to you after I sober up.”
(It can be assumed that this is in fact the answering machine/voicemail of Hardcore Champion Tommy Shaw. The voice on the other end begins speaking. Leaving a message with the Machine.)
Voice: Good Afternoon Tommy Shaw aka Captain Booze bag, you disgusting piece of dog vomit. The reason I’m calling is simple, so simple in fact that even a brain damaged moron such as yourself will easily be able to understand it. I want to challenge you to a match for the Hardcore title at the upcoming pay per view “Summers End” regulation style hardcore matches are boring to me, so I am hear by issuing a challenge for a Taipei death match. Now I know, being the coward that you are that you’ll probably call back and ask me what I’ve done to deserve an opportunity at the IWCF hardcore title. Well even though its none of your fuckent business, I’ve been shot and stabbed multiple times, I’ve also been set on fire, I think that more than earns me the right to come into a new company and issue an immediate challenge for the hardcore championship. If It doesn’t I’ll just seriously injure you or someone you care deeply about so that you’ll have no choice other than to face me with the title on the line in a match where I set the stipulations. But I strongly suggest you show some manhood and accept my challenge. If and when you do I’ll beat your sorry drunken ass to a bloody pulp, and give this place the kind of hardcore champion it needs and deserves someone with class and dignity and lets face it someone who isn’t a piece of crap drunk such as yourself.
Hardcore Jono: My name by the way is Hardcore Jono, you may or may not have heard of me and my exploits, but no matter I’ll be easy to make out I’ll be the one beating you like the bitch that you are.
Hardcore Jono: And just in case you’ve lost too many brain cells to remember or know what a Taipei death match is, I’ll jog your memory. Its simple really we tape up our hands and super glue broken pieces of glass to the tape, we than pummel the piss out of each other until only one of us is left standing. And it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out which one of us that will be providing you’ve got the balls to even accept. Later Booze bag .
(Dial tone as the scene fades to black.)
(Ring)
(The phone continues ringing .)
(Ring)
(Ring)
(Ring)
(Finally after the fourth fuckent time it goes to voice mail.)
Phone Greeting: Hey this is Tommy... I’m out gettin wasted right now, leave me a message and I’ll get back to you after I sober up.”
(It can be assumed that this is in fact the answering machine/voicemail of Hardcore Champion Tommy Shaw. The voice on the other end begins speaking. Leaving a message with the Machine.)
Voice: Good Afternoon Tommy Shaw aka Captain Booze bag, you disgusting piece of dog vomit. The reason I’m calling is simple, so simple in fact that even a brain damaged moron such as yourself will easily be able to understand it. I want to challenge you to a match for the Hardcore title at the upcoming pay per view “Summers End” regulation style hardcore matches are boring to me, so I am hear by issuing a challenge for a Taipei death match. Now I know, being the coward that you are that you’ll probably call back and ask me what I’ve done to deserve an opportunity at the IWCF hardcore title. Well even though its none of your fuckent business, I’ve been shot and stabbed multiple times, I’ve also been set on fire, I think that more than earns me the right to come into a new company and issue an immediate challenge for the hardcore championship. If It doesn’t I’ll just seriously injure you or someone you care deeply about so that you’ll have no choice other than to face me with the title on the line in a match where I set the stipulations. But I strongly suggest you show some manhood and accept my challenge. If and when you do I’ll beat your sorry drunken ass to a bloody pulp, and give this place the kind of hardcore champion it needs and deserves someone with class and dignity and lets face it someone who isn’t a piece of crap drunk such as yourself.
Hardcore Jono: My name by the way is Hardcore Jono, you may or may not have heard of me and my exploits, but no matter I’ll be easy to make out I’ll be the one beating you like the bitch that you are.
Hardcore Jono: And just in case you’ve lost too many brain cells to remember or know what a Taipei death match is, I’ll jog your memory. Its simple really we tape up our hands and super glue broken pieces of glass to the tape, we than pummel the piss out of each other until only one of us is left standing. And it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out which one of us that will be providing you’ve got the balls to even accept. Later Booze bag .
(Dial tone as the scene fades to black.)
