Post by Brianna Casablancas on Feb 6, 2014 1:31:35 GMT -5
School Nurse: You’re awake. That is better but you need to lay still.
The nurse said as Miss Casablancas came to, oddly enough with her smile still on her face.
Brianna: Heh …oh my.
As Brianna got back up, slowly, the nurse quickly went to her side.[/font]
School Nurse: Miss Casablancas, Please stay still. You took a nasty beating.
Brianna ignored her as she began to chuckle to herself.
Brianna: Oh that cheeky monkey!
She got back up with an elated expression on her face …although she did have a HORRIBLE pain in her neck. But that seemed to excite her even more. She looked so happy that she ALMOST seemed to be aroused.
School Nurse: Be careful.
As Brianna got off the bed she lay on, she immediately fell off as her legs buckled. That was when she busted out onto to full on laughter and began speaking to herself again.
Brianna: I like him. I like him a lot.
She pulled herself back up as her eyes went wild. It took a moment for her to be able to stand correctly …and then a few more moments as she began to walk towards the door of the High School nurses office. This type of pain was such a NEW thing to her and she loved it.
School Nurse: You need to take it easy for a few hours and you should probably take some pain killers.
Her eyes widened as she spoke to the nurse.
Brianna: This is going to be the dog’s bollocks.
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*The following is an excerpt from a respected Medical Journal by Brianna Casablancas. It is unknown why she posted the wrestling promo there.
FINALLY …this company has given me somebody who isn’t going to beat around the bush by torturing business acquaintances or by being incredibly vague. I cannot tell you how much I commend Mr. Bishop for what he did at Massacre. Instead of talking bollocks and doing nil to drive the point on home, Ian Bishop sure did make quite the statement ...and then he yammered about the action for minutes off end like no one has heard of the concept “post-match attack.” Does anyone really think I was daft enough to shake his hand without knowing what he was going to do to me? After hearing his earlier speech, I knew what was coming. I took the blokes hand in hopes that he would have finally given me what I was hoping for from the folks on the roster and for a brief shining moment he lived up to my expectations of what I wanted from the opposition here. I thought he did it not to move up on the card or get noticed but just because he felt like it; because he embraced the inner chaos that exists in all of us. And then he sullied all of that. Once Ian applied motive that respect and enthusiasm I had towards him waned. I wasn’t going to ask for a reason but instead was just going to indulge in having a chap I could trade blows with for shits and giggles; not because he had anything to prove but because he simply wanted to and enjoys Mayhem.
Oh, I am still going to have a lark with him no matter what his motives are …it just won’t be the same from his end.
But now that I know that his motives for doing so are the same as everyone else’s motives on the roster, I am greatly disappointed. Old boy went from being a stand out prospect to just another face in a crowd of gents who are trying to make a claim for a championship just so they can re-enforce their own egos. There is nothing “incredible” about doing the same thing every other chap on the roster is doing right now: making wild claims to some prize with absolutely no prestige when they themselves haven’t done anything to prove that they deserved to have anything handed to them. It also makes for repetitive viewing when Massacre is nothing but a bunch of gents giving the same speech. This is so much an epidemic that I can actually expand this to apply to one of my opponents this week as WELL as my good mate Ian. That way I will not have to go on for twenty minutes about petty nit-picks, pointing out obvious character traits, and turning the simplest interaction into something about sex and race just because it involves a bird speaking to a darker gentleman. Basically, I won’t have to stretch for insult material for the hell of it. After all, I have a grappling match this week with two other hungry competitors and it would be bollocks not to give them the proper attention because I am desperate for attention from someone else. I would come off as a pompous windbag if I did that, right?
Everything can be applied to Noah Mackenzie because, again, not a whole lot of variation between those who made their first appearance at Massacre. And Mr. Mackenzie made pretty much the same statement with only one match to back up his claims. You know, the whole “I am the Dog’s Bollocks because I say so and therefore should be given a piece of tin to hold my trousers up because I put my self-worth in shiny materials” statement. While Ian had the fore fought to run out there and make a statement without asking for permission, Mr. Mackenzie thought it more necessary to ask for permission from President Dean. Instead of acting on his basis instincts he hesitated and wanted Dean to put the people in front of him rather than going out there and doing it for himself. Yes, his victory was VERY impressive but he beat a couple of sods who were already on the road to unemployment. He did not head hunt blokes and birds that were making waves …instead he just waited wanted the guy in charge to doll them out to him. And now I am sure that he believes that President Dean gave him exactly what he wanted in this triple threat match one week before the Resurrection event. That is if you believe the rumors that everyone seems to be subscribing too lately.
Perhaps we should clear this rumor, right here and right now for both Noah and Mr. Bishop. While I appreciate you guys coming after me and trying to throw an actual challenge my way …you people put too much weight on who management is “high” on. Is it flattering? Sure. Is it something that we all should take as gospel on which Dean is going to choose to be in the Resurrection main event? Of course not. Firstly, I don’t do this to be given acceptance or approval from anybody. I do this because I enjoy the fight. I also do not do this for titles or headlining i-ppv’s therefore none of this matter much to me or the performance I will put forth in the ring. I do not grapple for prizes or acceptance. Secondly, as a wise bloke from the telie once said: “Destiny is a fickle bitch, John.” It was announced that management was high on me before I even had my first match. Before that management was high on Amber Ryan and where is she now? And after Ian Bishop performed his little attack on me …management was suddenly high on him. If that is any proof, I am sure that somebody else will take HIS place over the next seven days. With all due respect to Bobbinette Carey and President Dean, there is a reason it is called “flavor of the week.” And that is essentially what you two and the rest of the roster is fighting to be: a passing trend. That is also what this “main event” is and will be up until the Central title has some prestige applied to it. Real talent; TRUE TALENT is not something measured by weeks or months of in ring work. It is not even measured by a year …it is measured by consistency. Anybody who Dean and Carey choose will be chosen based on fleeting potential. We will not know a bloody thing until a while into this feds life. The two of you can have all the fun in the world smoking the hypothetical black pipe …I will enjoy doing what I do in the ring without expecting or wanting any perks.
Also, MAYBE, management was high on me because I came in with a positive attitude, was up for anything, and didn’t come in making demands or telling people what I did or didn’t deserve without having very much proof to back that up in an OCW ring.
It is something to think about, is it not?
But back to Noah Mackenzie’s little challenge to Mr. Dean. If you believe this little flavor of the month, it seems like you may have gotten what you wanted as you are going to be in the ring with the person who “main evented” last Massacre. I am sure you are right tickled that your wish has been granted …if you believe those “rumors” that is. At Massacre you get to put the winner of last week’s main event to the test. You get your opportunity to do exactly what you sought out to do and PROVE that you are far more gifted than a meaningless flavor of the month. If you are so committed to undercut a bird to make you re-affirm your sense of self, then I am sure you are quite pleased with the way things turned out for this Massacre. You get to show to the whole world …or a portion of it on the net …that I, as well as Jared Black, am not up to snuff.
But here is a funny thought …
What if I am not being put in the ring for you to test me and be the measuring stick to prove that I am not ready for a main event I have no interest in, but what if you were the one being tested? What if you were the one under the spotlight for this Massacre? MAYBE, you are put in the ring with a person who doesn’t care much for winning or losing or championships to test what YOUR limits are as an athlete? Maybe this is not as much about proving that I am worthy of the big match at Resurrection as much as it is about putting you in a situation where you have to back up your claims of being the best; of being the “measuring stick.”
The fact is, dear, there is no incentive here for me to get pinned; there is no incentive for me to pin you. There is no incentive to let you walk out on your two feet. There is no incentive for me to let you look like anything worthy of Resurrection. There is nothing about my performance that you will be able to measure …because when you are in the ring with me …it just is NOT a matter of winning or losing but more a matter of hoping that I feel like making this a grappling match rather than just a taking a blunt instrument to your noggin and bloody you up instead. It is a matter of hoping that I play by “rules and regulations that I don’t put a lot of weight in.” And if I do decide to make this occasion anything but a grappling match, you better hope I let your blooming arse survive …or else you might not make it to Resurrection in any way shape or form.
Basically love, your ticket to the PPV and especially the main event lies solely in my hands. I am that obstacle YOU need to prove yourself against for President Dean to see any worth in you whatsoever. Your fleeting potential depends on my diagnosis …I so do hope you step your game for this triple threat match …for your own sake …but also so I can have a bloody good time at Massacre.
And let us not forget about Jared Black. I would be foolish to overlook him even though he has not shown us much during his debut match. In fact, as important as Macknenzie thinks this match may be, it probably means WORLDS more to Mr. Black. It might bloody well mean the bloke’s career. With so much on the line I do hope he provides the elation that I so desire in these situations.
So gents, I look forward to seeing the two of you at Massacre …but not as much as I like forward to seeing Ian that night. I have a feeling he will be seeing A LOT of me. Even though he is convinced this is about a title, I am going to get what I thought he was giving to me in the first place …I am going to transform this from a greed based crusade on Ian’s part into something a whole lot more entertaining for both of us.
TTFN!
The nurse said as Miss Casablancas came to, oddly enough with her smile still on her face.
Brianna: Heh …oh my.
As Brianna got back up, slowly, the nurse quickly went to her side.[/font]
School Nurse: Miss Casablancas, Please stay still. You took a nasty beating.
Brianna ignored her as she began to chuckle to herself.
Brianna: Oh that cheeky monkey!
She got back up with an elated expression on her face …although she did have a HORRIBLE pain in her neck. But that seemed to excite her even more. She looked so happy that she ALMOST seemed to be aroused.
School Nurse: Be careful.
As Brianna got off the bed she lay on, she immediately fell off as her legs buckled. That was when she busted out onto to full on laughter and began speaking to herself again.
Brianna: I like him. I like him a lot.
She pulled herself back up as her eyes went wild. It took a moment for her to be able to stand correctly …and then a few more moments as she began to walk towards the door of the High School nurses office. This type of pain was such a NEW thing to her and she loved it.
School Nurse: You need to take it easy for a few hours and you should probably take some pain killers.
Her eyes widened as she spoke to the nurse.
Brianna: This is going to be the dog’s bollocks.
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*The following is an excerpt from a respected Medical Journal by Brianna Casablancas. It is unknown why she posted the wrestling promo there.
FINALLY …this company has given me somebody who isn’t going to beat around the bush by torturing business acquaintances or by being incredibly vague. I cannot tell you how much I commend Mr. Bishop for what he did at Massacre. Instead of talking bollocks and doing nil to drive the point on home, Ian Bishop sure did make quite the statement ...and then he yammered about the action for minutes off end like no one has heard of the concept “post-match attack.” Does anyone really think I was daft enough to shake his hand without knowing what he was going to do to me? After hearing his earlier speech, I knew what was coming. I took the blokes hand in hopes that he would have finally given me what I was hoping for from the folks on the roster and for a brief shining moment he lived up to my expectations of what I wanted from the opposition here. I thought he did it not to move up on the card or get noticed but just because he felt like it; because he embraced the inner chaos that exists in all of us. And then he sullied all of that. Once Ian applied motive that respect and enthusiasm I had towards him waned. I wasn’t going to ask for a reason but instead was just going to indulge in having a chap I could trade blows with for shits and giggles; not because he had anything to prove but because he simply wanted to and enjoys Mayhem.
Oh, I am still going to have a lark with him no matter what his motives are …it just won’t be the same from his end.
But now that I know that his motives for doing so are the same as everyone else’s motives on the roster, I am greatly disappointed. Old boy went from being a stand out prospect to just another face in a crowd of gents who are trying to make a claim for a championship just so they can re-enforce their own egos. There is nothing “incredible” about doing the same thing every other chap on the roster is doing right now: making wild claims to some prize with absolutely no prestige when they themselves haven’t done anything to prove that they deserved to have anything handed to them. It also makes for repetitive viewing when Massacre is nothing but a bunch of gents giving the same speech. This is so much an epidemic that I can actually expand this to apply to one of my opponents this week as WELL as my good mate Ian. That way I will not have to go on for twenty minutes about petty nit-picks, pointing out obvious character traits, and turning the simplest interaction into something about sex and race just because it involves a bird speaking to a darker gentleman. Basically, I won’t have to stretch for insult material for the hell of it. After all, I have a grappling match this week with two other hungry competitors and it would be bollocks not to give them the proper attention because I am desperate for attention from someone else. I would come off as a pompous windbag if I did that, right?
Everything can be applied to Noah Mackenzie because, again, not a whole lot of variation between those who made their first appearance at Massacre. And Mr. Mackenzie made pretty much the same statement with only one match to back up his claims. You know, the whole “I am the Dog’s Bollocks because I say so and therefore should be given a piece of tin to hold my trousers up because I put my self-worth in shiny materials” statement. While Ian had the fore fought to run out there and make a statement without asking for permission, Mr. Mackenzie thought it more necessary to ask for permission from President Dean. Instead of acting on his basis instincts he hesitated and wanted Dean to put the people in front of him rather than going out there and doing it for himself. Yes, his victory was VERY impressive but he beat a couple of sods who were already on the road to unemployment. He did not head hunt blokes and birds that were making waves …instead he just waited wanted the guy in charge to doll them out to him. And now I am sure that he believes that President Dean gave him exactly what he wanted in this triple threat match one week before the Resurrection event. That is if you believe the rumors that everyone seems to be subscribing too lately.
Perhaps we should clear this rumor, right here and right now for both Noah and Mr. Bishop. While I appreciate you guys coming after me and trying to throw an actual challenge my way …you people put too much weight on who management is “high” on. Is it flattering? Sure. Is it something that we all should take as gospel on which Dean is going to choose to be in the Resurrection main event? Of course not. Firstly, I don’t do this to be given acceptance or approval from anybody. I do this because I enjoy the fight. I also do not do this for titles or headlining i-ppv’s therefore none of this matter much to me or the performance I will put forth in the ring. I do not grapple for prizes or acceptance. Secondly, as a wise bloke from the telie once said: “Destiny is a fickle bitch, John.” It was announced that management was high on me before I even had my first match. Before that management was high on Amber Ryan and where is she now? And after Ian Bishop performed his little attack on me …management was suddenly high on him. If that is any proof, I am sure that somebody else will take HIS place over the next seven days. With all due respect to Bobbinette Carey and President Dean, there is a reason it is called “flavor of the week.” And that is essentially what you two and the rest of the roster is fighting to be: a passing trend. That is also what this “main event” is and will be up until the Central title has some prestige applied to it. Real talent; TRUE TALENT is not something measured by weeks or months of in ring work. It is not even measured by a year …it is measured by consistency. Anybody who Dean and Carey choose will be chosen based on fleeting potential. We will not know a bloody thing until a while into this feds life. The two of you can have all the fun in the world smoking the hypothetical black pipe …I will enjoy doing what I do in the ring without expecting or wanting any perks.
Also, MAYBE, management was high on me because I came in with a positive attitude, was up for anything, and didn’t come in making demands or telling people what I did or didn’t deserve without having very much proof to back that up in an OCW ring.
It is something to think about, is it not?
But back to Noah Mackenzie’s little challenge to Mr. Dean. If you believe this little flavor of the month, it seems like you may have gotten what you wanted as you are going to be in the ring with the person who “main evented” last Massacre. I am sure you are right tickled that your wish has been granted …if you believe those “rumors” that is. At Massacre you get to put the winner of last week’s main event to the test. You get your opportunity to do exactly what you sought out to do and PROVE that you are far more gifted than a meaningless flavor of the month. If you are so committed to undercut a bird to make you re-affirm your sense of self, then I am sure you are quite pleased with the way things turned out for this Massacre. You get to show to the whole world …or a portion of it on the net …that I, as well as Jared Black, am not up to snuff.
But here is a funny thought …
What if I am not being put in the ring for you to test me and be the measuring stick to prove that I am not ready for a main event I have no interest in, but what if you were the one being tested? What if you were the one under the spotlight for this Massacre? MAYBE, you are put in the ring with a person who doesn’t care much for winning or losing or championships to test what YOUR limits are as an athlete? Maybe this is not as much about proving that I am worthy of the big match at Resurrection as much as it is about putting you in a situation where you have to back up your claims of being the best; of being the “measuring stick.”
The fact is, dear, there is no incentive here for me to get pinned; there is no incentive for me to pin you. There is no incentive to let you walk out on your two feet. There is no incentive for me to let you look like anything worthy of Resurrection. There is nothing about my performance that you will be able to measure …because when you are in the ring with me …it just is NOT a matter of winning or losing but more a matter of hoping that I feel like making this a grappling match rather than just a taking a blunt instrument to your noggin and bloody you up instead. It is a matter of hoping that I play by “rules and regulations that I don’t put a lot of weight in.” And if I do decide to make this occasion anything but a grappling match, you better hope I let your blooming arse survive …or else you might not make it to Resurrection in any way shape or form.
Basically love, your ticket to the PPV and especially the main event lies solely in my hands. I am that obstacle YOU need to prove yourself against for President Dean to see any worth in you whatsoever. Your fleeting potential depends on my diagnosis …I so do hope you step your game for this triple threat match …for your own sake …but also so I can have a bloody good time at Massacre.
And let us not forget about Jared Black. I would be foolish to overlook him even though he has not shown us much during his debut match. In fact, as important as Macknenzie thinks this match may be, it probably means WORLDS more to Mr. Black. It might bloody well mean the bloke’s career. With so much on the line I do hope he provides the elation that I so desire in these situations.
So gents, I look forward to seeing the two of you at Massacre …but not as much as I like forward to seeing Ian that night. I have a feeling he will be seeing A LOT of me. Even though he is convinced this is about a title, I am going to get what I thought he was giving to me in the first place …I am going to transform this from a greed based crusade on Ian’s part into something a whole lot more entertaining for both of us.
TTFN!
