"I'm Next In Line...So Move." Methods of Madness: There was speak of another thread that I was writting but I've decided it would work better in an NC thread, rather than in a pay-per-view thread. Anyway, this is my second, and I'm not quite sure if I'll be writing anymore, it really depends on if I have any time later one today, but I suppose you'll just have to wait and see. =] Evan Pierce, the man that has proven that he is the biggest dipshit on the MSN circuit today. He had no creditials other than his former/currenter, whatever, girlfriend pretty much dropped him the damn title, he picks fights with managers, and he's to afraid to defend his Franchise Championship until he's forced to, over a month, later. Yet, Evan Pierce makes himself out to be something. How does he even plan to hold the BUDvision Championship, a belt that is pretty much defended twice a month, if he is to afriad to go up against the jobbers of the Franchise division? He isn't ready for the BUDvision division, and probably never will be, everyone can see that. Leaky Format, one of the two jobbers in this matchup. No matter how many times he gets his ass kicked, loses his contendership, management pushes him away from the belt, he will not back the fuck off. When is he going to see that people just don't want him here, let alone in the BUDvision division? God does not talk to you Leaky, that's just you going crazy, it's okay, we all knew it was the truth. Leaky Format is crap. He's never even came close to being BUDvision Champion, and I believe it was Zarek who vowed he never will. Leaky has the biggest losing record of all time, and if he believes he's going to win this one, he's dumber than everyone thought he was. GET A BRAIN. Hank, the person whose losing record might just be bigger than Leaky's. Are you kidding me? Hank comes back and expects to win the BUDvision Championship? I don't think so. He's probably going to leave as soon as he gets his ass kicked again. Hank is a nobody, a nothing, couldn't even win the Franchise Championship from a man like Andrew Frost. It's pathetic really. Hank will probably be the one pinned and losing it for everyone. He has nothing to be proud of, and the man thinks the BUDvision and Franchise divisions are the same. It's like saying the cruiser-weight and United States divisions are the same. His brain probably hasn't gotten enough oxygen from his heart. Zarek Lyle, despite what Evan thinks, the only man that has a chance at winning this match. He's won one of these free-for-all type matches, and it won't take much for him to do it again. Out of his three opponents, he's the only man that has actually held the BUDvision strap in his hands, and even held onto it for two monthes. Out of his three opponents, he's the only man that could walk out as champion, begining his second reign. It's funny that his opponents attempt to discredit him when he's already won the BUDvision Championship. Who says that he can't do it again? Nobody. Because no matter what his jealous opponents say, he will always remain the "rookie sensation" of BUD. You call this competition? Please, get a dictionary. "My promo was lame, was it Hank? Maybe you should just scurry off and smoke a bowl instead of watching it, eh? Why don't you just get out of everyone's hair and go sell some more cocaine, where you might actually be use to some people. You fell asleep during my promo but somehow you managed to catch every word I was saying. Holy shit, Hank has super powers. Must be a side effect of all that weed he smokes. Either that or his brain cells are finally all gone, there's no more left to die, and he's officially lost his mind. Losing his mind, yeah that must be it. This guy actually thinks that the Franchise division actually amounts to the same prestige as the BUDvision division. Are you fucking kidding me, Hank?! Are you a total dipshit or where you completly drunk, high, and clinically insane when you cut that last promo. Since when has the BUDvision Championship been equal to the Franchise division. NEVER. Why are you leaving the Franchse division and attempting to make your way into the BUDvision division? Because the BUDvision Championship beats the Franchise division any day of the week. I almost feel sorry for you Hank, I almost do, but I am almost intrigued. You see Hank, I've never met someone without a brain before, until you that is. Afraid that you might actually walk away with the victory. Wow, you really don't have a brain do you? You are the lowest person on the totem pole in this match, which in turn means that you have the lowest amount of possibility at winning the BUDvision Championship. Yes Hank, you have the LEAST amount of possibility, so shut the fuck up, because I would never in my right mind, unless I smoked as much as you do, believe you might win this match. You are a very sad man Hank, and maybe one day you'd be able to be BUDvision Champion, but right now, you still suck, and Leaky can still kick your ass. That might be the saddest of all. The funniest part about this whole thing is that in a way, I was complimenting you, just a bit. I even said that you could beat Pierce any day of the week, I was attempting to make you look like you had atleast SOME talent. But of course, I can't do that without Hank turning into the bitchass dipshit that he really is. Let's make one thing clear Hank, as long as I am in BUD, you will never even come close to becoming BUDvision Champion." The scene is opened into a bright and sunny day, much different from the darkened room that Zarek's previous promo took place in. He appears to be leaning against a wall and people and constantly walking past him, shuffling to the nearest attraction. Another glance and you would see a ferris wheel circulating up above, and more rides throughout the grounds. Zarek seemed to be at some sort of fair off the coast of New York. Coney Island would be the first guess, but as to which one it possibly was, was a mystery. Let's just go with that. The smell of cotton candy and other assortment fills the air, and the screams and clicks off the roller coasters quickly follow. Zarek looks into the camera, a smile upon his face, knowing they are just a certain amount of hours away from competing in the streetfight for the BUDvision Championship. He chuckles to himself, adding to the laughter that already engulfed the park. "You're right about one thing Hank, I could NEVER beat Kimberly Pain...because I NEVER EVEN FACED HER YOU FUCKING DUMBASS. How the hell can I defeat someone if I was never even in the same ring with her. You know what, I take that back, I was in the ring with her once in her short stay here in BUD. The only time I ever shared the same ring with Kimberly Pain was when she was my tag partner. How in the hell can I defeat my own tag team partner? Do you even realize what in the fuck you are talking about? My best guess would be a no, because you are making no sense, whatsoever. Even so, Kim Pain is a better competitor than you would ever become, or even hope to be. You couldn't defeat her in a million years. So I dare you, walk on over to LPW, join the ranks, and so just how you fair against Kim. Let's just see. My best guess would be you'd get your ass kicked just like you do by everyone else." "Nah, I think saying you making a big deal about me never beating Kimberly Pain, when I've never used faced her, comes in only second on the stupidity scale. Congratulations Hank, you've outdone yourself. The stupidest thing you've ever said has got to be that Evan and I are actually friends. Oh yeah, Evan and I are friends, I've kicked his ass in every fair match we've had. Of course Evan and I are friends, I mean, you DID try to drive me off the stage in an ambulance. Definitely, yep, Evan Pierce and I are definitely friends, you ONCE kidnapped my manager and then buried him alive, I mean, what are friends for? If you can't kidnap your friends manager and bury him, then your friendship probably amounts to nothing. You're a dumbass Hank. Think next time before opening your mouth about Evan Pierce and myself. I've hated that man the second that I've walked in the door, and I'm positive I'm not exactly his favorite person either. Maybe do a background check on what exactly happened, or maybe you could do something before opening your mouth and speaking upon a subject that you know nothing about. Say, for instance, the time YOU DID face Drew Stevenson you dumbass. You both were in that cage match with I don't know how many people, battling to become the number three contender for the BUDvision Championship. I remember, but you obviously don't. Maybe we need to go back into the archives at look at BUDmania, just to prove you for the fool you really are. No, that would be a waste of time, because everyone knows you're already a fool." He pulls an object from behind and brings it up to his mouth. It's a cone of cotton candy, and Zarek has decided to join into the fun of going to a theme park. There's no telling exactly what he's doing there, but the best guess would be that he's getting in a little fun before he competes in the match at Rage and Retribution for the BUDvision Championship. He has proven time and time again that his competition in this match, is really no competition at all. He normally isn't looked upon as someone who would anounce his excellence out right, but in certain cases such as this one, it's only fair that he does so. Look who he's facing. Hank, Leaky Format, Evan Pierce? Are you kidding? "Looks as if you and Evan might just share a single brain cell. You both believe it laughable that I go to the gym to workout? Haha, Haha, oh yes, that's definitely funny. Working out for a streetfight, oh damn, that's fucking hiliarious, what a dipshit I am, right? DAMN YOU GUYS ARE IDIOTS. Here's another known fact that you stumbled upon in your quest to sound smart, this is a streetfight, but if you don't think I'm going to even the playing fields, you're sadly mistaken. In a ring I am superb beyond belief. You know why? Because there are ropes, given spots where I can make a quick move. My specialities are speedy and technical moves, but that's a bit hard to do when you're on the street now isn't it? A person like Evan, who is dumb as an ox, but relies on strength might just be a match for me in this match. He has the strength and where my in-ring ability lies, I don't. So why in the hell would I let this little strength thing go to my head? I'm going to the gym, pump some iron and strengthen up. Why wouldn't you go to a gym anyway? Here's Hank, oh yes, a streetfight, I'm not going to prepare because my mommy says I'm perfect the way I am. I know your mommy might think you are, but Hank, you're not. This may be a streetfight, but this isn't a straight up hardcore gang fight, it's still professional wrestling." He tossed the stick into a nearby garbage can and began to walk around this building he was leaning against. "You're going to beat me to a bloody pope? Yes, you must have been high when cutting that last promo, because nothing makes sense, or maybe Hank's mind is just so fucked up anyway, it makes sense to him. I don't know. I'll never understand why a man like Hank would be in professional wrestling anyway, he's not cut out for it, and he definitely doesn't have the smarts for it. He still thinks the Franchise and the BUDvision are the same thing for christ sakes. Sad, strange, little man." Making the motion with his fingers, "Run along now Hank, the big boys belong in the BUDvision division." "Well, apparently, Pierce needs another counting lesson. Listen careful Pierce because I am only going to go over this ONE more time. Pay attention now. You ready? Okay. We'll start going backwards. First is the ambulance match, which by your standards, although you had to cheat beyong belief, you won. Before that was the tournament, which by your standards should count. You brought people down to the ring in the ambulance match, so why shouldn't the tournament count? You vowed to personally eliminate me, but that didn't happen did it. So guess what, I'm counting it. If the ambulance match counts, so does the tournament. Then before that was the Parking Lot Brawl, our ONLY fair match with just the two of us, which by my standards, the fair standards, should be the only one that counts. Considering I won, it's another win for me. Then it was out first match, the triple threat. WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? When did Corey Vega get pinned? I don't seem to have seen that taken place. What you did is you took the result, and twisted it around to make yourself look bigger. Sorry, Pierce, you're a liar, and you lose. That's 3-1 by Pierce standards, and 1-0 by my standards. You're leaps and bounds better? Right Pierce, the day that it actually happens, without your butt buddies rushing to the ring, will be the same damn pigs fly." He stops for a second and checks the time on his watch before proceeding. There was only about eight hours now until the showdown. "My confidence amazes you, maybe because I am the only one that can actually be confident in this match. You have Leaky the chump wanna-be BUDvision champion, Evan Pierce the chump afriad to defend his low level title, and Hank the chump who smoked his brains out. Is there really any compeition in this match for me? No. Pierce thinks I have an ego bigger than his, and I can only laugh at that. I'm not on an ego trip Pierce, I'm confident against jobbers such as yourself. Get over your shit OCW crap, you were never good. Having an ego, such as yourself, is more like thinking you're better than everyone else, but you have not rightly reason to think so. You hold wins over Hank, the Canadian Dream, all jobbers. Then you have wins where you needed someone to help you out, such as the match against me, and then you have wins like the one against Kimberly Pain, where she pretty much laid down for you. What in the bloody hell do you have to be confident about? Nothing. I give respect where respect is due. When I went up against Dannica, I knew my rightful place, and I gave her the respect she deserved because I knew she had something to be confident about. When I went up against Drew Stevenson, I knew my rightful place, and also gave him the rightful respect that he deserved. I lost one match, and won the other, but my respect for them is still high, because they can actually wrestle, unlike you Pierce. I give respect to people such as Syck, Seifer, Rebecca Rancid, Amethyst Jane, Dante Cross, because I know I don't stand up against them in the least bit. But against people such as yourself, Pierce, there is nothing to respect. That's why I am as confident as I am against you, because in the grand scheme of things, you're less than dirt." He had completed a single lap around the building and stopped at the enterance again, taking a drink from the water fountain. "Bringing a knife to a gun fight, is like fighting over the internet, either way you're both tards. You see, I wouldn't bring a knife, no, you have me pegged all wrong Pierce, I wouldn't bring anything except my fists. You know why? Because I'm not a pussy such as yourself. What the hell kind of coward brings a fricken' gun to easily shoot someone? Evan Pierce is the type of man who brings a gun, because otherwise, he wouldn't be able to get the job done. I've said it before, and it will probably be a hot topic of discussion for many monthes to come, Evan Pierce could not get the job done without bringing three of his goons down to the ring. He couldn't get the job done and win the Franchise Championship, so he had to wait for his girlfriend to leave the company and basically drop him the championship on her way out. Evan Pierce is nothing more than a coward, and it doesn't take a rocket scientists to figure that out. This is a streetfight Evan, not a fricken' hardcore gang fight. Although, I wouldn't doubt if Pierce had a knife, a gun, even a piece of glass up his sleeve during the match. If anyone, he's the only one that could be considered running scared. Do you see any running from me Evan? Have you ever seen any running from me, least of all from you? No, infact, I'd call it getting in your face and telling you to fuck off, if anything. I don't run from pieces of shit such as yourself. But, I must hand it to you Evan, you are a pretty funny guy, Zarek Lyle < Hank. Wow, that's good. Except maybe next time you'd be able to get your own material, eh? You don't want to be considered the new Jason Carr of sports entertainment, now do you? I didn't think so." "Leaky did all his promos early, tired himself out, and now where the fuck did he go, who knows?" "The only thing I can say about Leaky Format is that I made a promise that he would never touch the BUDvision Championship as long as I occupy a BUD ring, and I intend to honor that promise. If Hank ends up pinning Pierce for the win, I will make sure it just isn't you who is doing it. You see, your mouth and your attitude got in you trouble and now nobody wants to see you with that championship. Not even management wants to see you with that championship. They saw right through your fake attitude and knew right from the start that you would try to squat on the number one contendership. You even went so far as to say you wouldn't defend the contendership and they couldn't make you. Well, guess what Leaky, they made you, and it's only by luck that you will stand before me again. Only by luck that Emerald decided to leave the company, and make it so you have a chance at this. Don't get to hasty though Leaky, your chances are slim to none, and I personally intend on making them none." A female voice from behind. "Hey babe, what have you been doing this whole time?" Zarek turned around to view the source of the female voice, and the lovely Jade stood right in front of him. You should have known that Zarek wouldn't be hanging out at a fair by himself, by was enjoying a day between himself and Jade. She must have been getting cotton candy or something, because she has a new stick of cotton candy in her hand, looking as hot as ever. Zarek smiled. Seeing her face always brought a smile to his. She smiled bac the the two locked hands. , "Oh nothing really, just cutting a little promo before my match tonight." "Do you really need to? I mean, you've got it in the bag, anyone can see that." She took off a pierce of cotton candy and fed it to him. "I know baby, I know, we've just got these idiots who don't believe a damn word I'm saying, and I have to break it down for him. The BUDvision Championship is as good as mine." "Without a doubt, babe." A single kiss. And fade.