Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2022 2:06:24 GMT -5
Hello, it’s me the Narrator again. If you haven’t tuned in lately then allow me to catch you up. Two weeks ago Jace and Amick had a fight backstage. Amick wrestled a complete nobody then called out Jace to finish the fight. Instead he got OCW Savage Champion Dylan Thomas. They met in the ring and well… what they said wasn’t important cause… you know. Anyway after the almost makeout session Jace made his appearance and took out both men single handedly.
Impressive feat but then Jace made a decision that could rock the very foundation of OCW. He used what he calls “The Fisher Price” machine to change his look. And between you and me? I think he just got tired of being called a cartoon. You didn’t hear that from me though. Also, Garry Ray-Ray Nelson joined and asked Jace to become his mentor. Nice fella that Ray-Ray but boy is he trouble.
Then last Monday Jace was attacked by Amick who wanted a measure of revenge. Amick said some… stuff. Didn’t really pay attention but the important thing is that Amick targeted Jace’s neck. Also Ray-Ray vanquished shapeshifter Sebastian Stone from OCW in the main event. That leads us to the Reformation PPV in Amish Country where both Jace and Ray-Ray have already managed to get themselves locked up into whatever the Amish call prison. That’s another story for another day.
Currently we find ourselves in the middle of Intercourse… don’t blush, you know what I mean! Intercourse, Pennsylvania aka Amish Disney World. The community is slowly but surely being built and renovated for the Reformation event this weekend. We focus on a wooded area away from the newly built community. A bunch of people can be seen running around playing paintball. Clearly not the Amish people, but tourists that came to visit the area. Everything was going fine until a loud roar was heard off in the distance.
“What was that?” One male asked his paintball partner.
“Beats me. Maybe someone is playing their television really loud or something.” Replied the other male.
Both men shrugged it off and continued their paintball war with the rest of the group. That is until another closer roar is heard. Everyone turns their heads in the direction of the sound until through the trees leaps a Lion. But not just any Lion, this was Jace’s Lion named Ralph. Jace is on the back of the Lion holding a paintball rifle in each hand.
“Where the fuck you at Amick?! Jace screams at the top of his lungs.
The paintball tourists begin to run away as far as they can but sadly, they cannot outrun Ralph. Jace aims one of the paintball rifles and shoots one of the players in the back knocking him to the ground.
“Is that you Amick? Are you hiding your face under all of that ugly paintball gear?!” Jace questions before Ralph goes running by.
Jace lowers the rifle on the other hand and targets two other players running for their lives. He pulls the trigger and unloads round after round covering the two players. They fall to the ground dramatically after being hit repeatedly.
“Come on out Amick! Come take my guns from me, come disarm me. I fucking dare you!” Jace roars before pointing both rifles into the air and firing off shots.
Ralph gallops past the two victims and chases after a man looking to head back to the community for safety. Ralph lets out a mighty roar which makes the man turn around and freeze in place. Ralph leaps onto the man knocking him down the ground.
“Oh God, please don’t kill me!” The man pleads.
Ralph leans in close to the man’s head with teeth shining in the Amish sun ready to attack. Jace dismounts his pet and looks down at the poor man who is trembling from head to toe.
“Are you Amick?” Jace leans in close.
“Am I what?” The man replies confused.
“Amick Dogeron, are you him?” Jace inquires once again.
“I don’t even know who that is, dude!” The man seems on the verge of tears.
“He’s an OCW wrestler. He’s here for the Reformation PPV being held this weekend. Just so happens to be kind of annoying but he is one of my opponents in the Savage Championship match.” Jace explains.
“Yeah, I don’t understand any of that, but can you get this Lion off of me?!” The man asks as nicely as he possibly can.
Jace thinks for a moment then reaches out and pats Ralph on the head. The Lion raises his head and calms down before getting off of the man under him. The man breathes a sigh of relief as he sits up.
“So, Amick Dogeron. Short guy with an ugly mask covering his face. He supposedly has a daughter named Sarah but she only has three followers on Twitter. Probably some down on her luck, low budget actress he hired. Anyway, have you seen him? Jace asks once again now that he doesn’t have a Lion ready to swallow him whole.
“Sorry man, I honestly never seen some guy in a mask with his daughter around here.” The man admits.
Frustrated with the answer Jace aims one of the paintball rifles and shoots the man right in the crotch. The man howls in pain while covering his now paint covered man bits. Jace climbs on top of Ralph once again then takes off in his search for Amick Dogeron. Honestly, he’s just off to cause more terror for this quiet Amish community. I say with this lunatic around is exactly why OCW can’t have nice things.
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Hello boys.
Seems like two of you jumped the shark. You, Mr. Dogeron got both of your promotional material out already. The last one coming before Monday’s Massacre even aired. What’s the rush? Then you Mr. Savage Champion Dylan Thomas also got your first promotional material out there well ahead of the go home show.
Have I got you both THAT bothered?
I think it’s a valid question considering that OCW has a new Majority Owner, and he could have changed around any and everything on the go home show on a simple whim. That should have been pretty obvious to anyone with a functioning brain but you two? You were chomping at the bit so much that you had to rush out there and talk shit about me.
Can’t say that I blame you.
Especially after the fact that I made you both look like enhancement talent all by myself on the previous week of Massacre. Wounded egos are usually the first to jump to poor decisions. Prematurely busting your loads and leaving me with the last word? Not the smartest decision either of you have ever made. However, let’s focus on you Mr. Dogeron.
Mr. Masked Do-gooder.
The so-called Hero to my Villain. Sorry, I had a hard time saying that with a straight face. If you want lessons on being a true Hero and not just some guy running around in his Marvel underoos? I suggest you hit up Mark Storm and see if he’d be willing to give you lessons. This whole dramatic adventure that you’ve been on since arriving here. The foreigners hunting you down, the sudden for no reason at all gun fight that you happen to be in the middle of at a restaurant. You think people are buying it?
If you’re trying to get yourself cast in the reboot of Die Hard, I’m sure Thad might be able to help.
You’re trying to live a Michael Bay wet dream Amick. You call yourself a Hero but yet in Djibouti you killed a man. Then while in said restaurant you manage to disarm three different men with your bare hands. Okay try hard, we get it. You want to look like a badass. You’re some military trained, special ops, Jason Bourne clone. Yet did any of that help you beat Cypher on Massacre a few weeks back? Did all of your Liam Neeson antics haven’t gotten you to the top of the wrestling world. Your biggest accomplishment is running away from me in Djibouti to pin an 80-year-old man to TRY and screw me out of a win that was mine.
You even failed at that.
Please keep going on and on about your morals. Keep risking your life and your precious daughter’s life for the sake of a goddamn waitress. That’s the difference between you and me. You like to play War Hero while I actually went to Ukraine. I went to a War-torn country and I wrestled in a War Games match. Do you think I spent my time jumping in front of Ukrainian children to block an incoming missile? Do you think I lifted a finger to help the poor, innocent people of Ukraine to cross borders to safety?
Fuck no.
I focused on what I had to do. I focused on the goddamn wrestling match. I didn’t care about the “people” because the match was more important. And because of that I helped my team come out of it victorious while all the other bleeding hearts went home empty handed. That is what makes me a superior wrestler. That’s what makes me better than you. I have been battle tested against the best of the best while you just want to play action Hero. Maybe Vin Diesel will need a new cast member in a God-awful mask for the next Fast and Furious movie.
Seems more your speed.
I find it funny you said on Twitter that you’re living rent free in my head. When it’s the complete opposite. Since the moment I entered that DIY Invitational I’ve been the thorn in your side. I’ve cock blocked the so-called push that Marcus Welsh wanted to give you. You thought you were hot shit until you couldn’t keep me down. Now you’ve run your mouth, you’ve attacked me from behind, and you’ve made enemies in OCW at every turn.
Some fucking Hero you are.
I applaud you for attacking my neck though. Was really your only chance to take me out before the PPV. Only you failed once again. You didn’t finish the job because your ego was too focused on talking shit to Who’re to make yourself seem intimidating. So now I walk into Reformation, and I take what belonged to me the moment I signed on the dotted line. With it being a Savage rules match I hope you come prepared. I hope you kept at least one of those three guns from the restaurant because you’re going to need to kill me to stand even a slight chance.
But I’m sure you’ll do the typical thing you always do.
You’ll run away and try to pin Dylan Thomas before I can break it up. You’ll try to loophole your way into the belt then act like you actually accomplished something. You’ll let all the nobody's attention go to your head and start believing you’re actually good. Like this whole secret identity thing is something anything gives a rat’s turd about. You think anyone is holding their breath just waiting to find out who you apparently are? Your identity reveal will go over about as well as the season 8 finale of Dexter.
So just keep the mask on.
I’m going to grab it and twist it around backwards so you can’t see and stumble out of the ring like the clown that you are.
Then I’m going to beat YOU.
But I’m not going to offer you a handshake when it’s over.
I’m going to make you lick my boots.
I’m going to make you Bend the Knee.
I will leave Reformation with gold around my waist.
You’ll leave with the dog shit from the bottom of my boot smeared across your head.
Then maybe you can go join Paramount.
I hear they value shitty wrestlers.
See you Sunday Mr. Super Zero.
Impressive feat but then Jace made a decision that could rock the very foundation of OCW. He used what he calls “The Fisher Price” machine to change his look. And between you and me? I think he just got tired of being called a cartoon. You didn’t hear that from me though. Also, Garry Ray-Ray Nelson joined and asked Jace to become his mentor. Nice fella that Ray-Ray but boy is he trouble.
Then last Monday Jace was attacked by Amick who wanted a measure of revenge. Amick said some… stuff. Didn’t really pay attention but the important thing is that Amick targeted Jace’s neck. Also Ray-Ray vanquished shapeshifter Sebastian Stone from OCW in the main event. That leads us to the Reformation PPV in Amish Country where both Jace and Ray-Ray have already managed to get themselves locked up into whatever the Amish call prison. That’s another story for another day.
Currently we find ourselves in the middle of Intercourse… don’t blush, you know what I mean! Intercourse, Pennsylvania aka Amish Disney World. The community is slowly but surely being built and renovated for the Reformation event this weekend. We focus on a wooded area away from the newly built community. A bunch of people can be seen running around playing paintball. Clearly not the Amish people, but tourists that came to visit the area. Everything was going fine until a loud roar was heard off in the distance.
“What was that?” One male asked his paintball partner.
“Beats me. Maybe someone is playing their television really loud or something.” Replied the other male.
Both men shrugged it off and continued their paintball war with the rest of the group. That is until another closer roar is heard. Everyone turns their heads in the direction of the sound until through the trees leaps a Lion. But not just any Lion, this was Jace’s Lion named Ralph. Jace is on the back of the Lion holding a paintball rifle in each hand.
“Where the fuck you at Amick?! Jace screams at the top of his lungs.
The paintball tourists begin to run away as far as they can but sadly, they cannot outrun Ralph. Jace aims one of the paintball rifles and shoots one of the players in the back knocking him to the ground.
“Is that you Amick? Are you hiding your face under all of that ugly paintball gear?!” Jace questions before Ralph goes running by.
Jace lowers the rifle on the other hand and targets two other players running for their lives. He pulls the trigger and unloads round after round covering the two players. They fall to the ground dramatically after being hit repeatedly.
“Come on out Amick! Come take my guns from me, come disarm me. I fucking dare you!” Jace roars before pointing both rifles into the air and firing off shots.
Ralph gallops past the two victims and chases after a man looking to head back to the community for safety. Ralph lets out a mighty roar which makes the man turn around and freeze in place. Ralph leaps onto the man knocking him down the ground.
“Oh God, please don’t kill me!” The man pleads.
Ralph leans in close to the man’s head with teeth shining in the Amish sun ready to attack. Jace dismounts his pet and looks down at the poor man who is trembling from head to toe.
“Are you Amick?” Jace leans in close.
“Am I what?” The man replies confused.
“Amick Dogeron, are you him?” Jace inquires once again.
“I don’t even know who that is, dude!” The man seems on the verge of tears.
“He’s an OCW wrestler. He’s here for the Reformation PPV being held this weekend. Just so happens to be kind of annoying but he is one of my opponents in the Savage Championship match.” Jace explains.
“Yeah, I don’t understand any of that, but can you get this Lion off of me?!” The man asks as nicely as he possibly can.
Jace thinks for a moment then reaches out and pats Ralph on the head. The Lion raises his head and calms down before getting off of the man under him. The man breathes a sigh of relief as he sits up.
“So, Amick Dogeron. Short guy with an ugly mask covering his face. He supposedly has a daughter named Sarah but she only has three followers on Twitter. Probably some down on her luck, low budget actress he hired. Anyway, have you seen him? Jace asks once again now that he doesn’t have a Lion ready to swallow him whole.
“Sorry man, I honestly never seen some guy in a mask with his daughter around here.” The man admits.
Frustrated with the answer Jace aims one of the paintball rifles and shoots the man right in the crotch. The man howls in pain while covering his now paint covered man bits. Jace climbs on top of Ralph once again then takes off in his search for Amick Dogeron. Honestly, he’s just off to cause more terror for this quiet Amish community. I say with this lunatic around is exactly why OCW can’t have nice things.
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Hello boys.
Seems like two of you jumped the shark. You, Mr. Dogeron got both of your promotional material out already. The last one coming before Monday’s Massacre even aired. What’s the rush? Then you Mr. Savage Champion Dylan Thomas also got your first promotional material out there well ahead of the go home show.
Have I got you both THAT bothered?
I think it’s a valid question considering that OCW has a new Majority Owner, and he could have changed around any and everything on the go home show on a simple whim. That should have been pretty obvious to anyone with a functioning brain but you two? You were chomping at the bit so much that you had to rush out there and talk shit about me.
Can’t say that I blame you.
Especially after the fact that I made you both look like enhancement talent all by myself on the previous week of Massacre. Wounded egos are usually the first to jump to poor decisions. Prematurely busting your loads and leaving me with the last word? Not the smartest decision either of you have ever made. However, let’s focus on you Mr. Dogeron.
Mr. Masked Do-gooder.
The so-called Hero to my Villain. Sorry, I had a hard time saying that with a straight face. If you want lessons on being a true Hero and not just some guy running around in his Marvel underoos? I suggest you hit up Mark Storm and see if he’d be willing to give you lessons. This whole dramatic adventure that you’ve been on since arriving here. The foreigners hunting you down, the sudden for no reason at all gun fight that you happen to be in the middle of at a restaurant. You think people are buying it?
If you’re trying to get yourself cast in the reboot of Die Hard, I’m sure Thad might be able to help.
You’re trying to live a Michael Bay wet dream Amick. You call yourself a Hero but yet in Djibouti you killed a man. Then while in said restaurant you manage to disarm three different men with your bare hands. Okay try hard, we get it. You want to look like a badass. You’re some military trained, special ops, Jason Bourne clone. Yet did any of that help you beat Cypher on Massacre a few weeks back? Did all of your Liam Neeson antics haven’t gotten you to the top of the wrestling world. Your biggest accomplishment is running away from me in Djibouti to pin an 80-year-old man to TRY and screw me out of a win that was mine.
You even failed at that.
Please keep going on and on about your morals. Keep risking your life and your precious daughter’s life for the sake of a goddamn waitress. That’s the difference between you and me. You like to play War Hero while I actually went to Ukraine. I went to a War-torn country and I wrestled in a War Games match. Do you think I spent my time jumping in front of Ukrainian children to block an incoming missile? Do you think I lifted a finger to help the poor, innocent people of Ukraine to cross borders to safety?
Fuck no.
I focused on what I had to do. I focused on the goddamn wrestling match. I didn’t care about the “people” because the match was more important. And because of that I helped my team come out of it victorious while all the other bleeding hearts went home empty handed. That is what makes me a superior wrestler. That’s what makes me better than you. I have been battle tested against the best of the best while you just want to play action Hero. Maybe Vin Diesel will need a new cast member in a God-awful mask for the next Fast and Furious movie.
Seems more your speed.
I find it funny you said on Twitter that you’re living rent free in my head. When it’s the complete opposite. Since the moment I entered that DIY Invitational I’ve been the thorn in your side. I’ve cock blocked the so-called push that Marcus Welsh wanted to give you. You thought you were hot shit until you couldn’t keep me down. Now you’ve run your mouth, you’ve attacked me from behind, and you’ve made enemies in OCW at every turn.
Some fucking Hero you are.
I applaud you for attacking my neck though. Was really your only chance to take me out before the PPV. Only you failed once again. You didn’t finish the job because your ego was too focused on talking shit to Who’re to make yourself seem intimidating. So now I walk into Reformation, and I take what belonged to me the moment I signed on the dotted line. With it being a Savage rules match I hope you come prepared. I hope you kept at least one of those three guns from the restaurant because you’re going to need to kill me to stand even a slight chance.
But I’m sure you’ll do the typical thing you always do.
You’ll run away and try to pin Dylan Thomas before I can break it up. You’ll try to loophole your way into the belt then act like you actually accomplished something. You’ll let all the nobody's attention go to your head and start believing you’re actually good. Like this whole secret identity thing is something anything gives a rat’s turd about. You think anyone is holding their breath just waiting to find out who you apparently are? Your identity reveal will go over about as well as the season 8 finale of Dexter.
So just keep the mask on.
I’m going to grab it and twist it around backwards so you can’t see and stumble out of the ring like the clown that you are.
Then I’m going to beat YOU.
But I’m not going to offer you a handshake when it’s over.
I’m going to make you lick my boots.
I’m going to make you Bend the Knee.
I will leave Reformation with gold around my waist.
You’ll leave with the dog shit from the bottom of my boot smeared across your head.
Then maybe you can go join Paramount.
I hear they value shitty wrestlers.
See you Sunday Mr. Super Zero.