"Rainy Days Never Stays"
Nov 20, 2014 8:53:46 GMT -5
Post by Yun Goeun on Nov 20, 2014 8:53:46 GMT -5
"The customer at table 3 says this is crap." comes the harsh voice of a man dressed in a chef gown, as he almost throws a dish at Tomoko Hanahara, whom is dressed similar. "Get your shit together, Tomoko." the man barks out and turns to yell at another employee.
This is the kitchen of some crappy dive restaurant in Nishinomiya Japan. It was a crap place, and a crap job, but Tomoko Hanahara had been pretty happy working here. The place was with in walking distance of Koshien Stadium so she could see the Hanshin Tiger after work. It has been about three years since she hung up her boots and was pretty happy about that decision. The job may suck, but she was living a life that was not go 24/7 on the road...
"Come the fuck on, Tomoko! You are not being paid to day dream, what the fuck has gotten into you lately? You used to be good at this!" the man barked at her again as he walked by the line like a drill Sergeant, barking orders at everyone he walked by.
As he walked by Tomoko reached to taste the dish to see what was wrong with it, but her eye instead caught one of the restaurants sushi knives... The blade was a good 7 inches long and razor sharp. Tomoko stared at it for a second. "Just fucking grab the damn thing, you know you want too." came a voice from deep inside her own mind. Tomoko shook it off and instead grabbed the plate thrown at her and tasted it... She felt anger boil in the pit of her stomach, there was nothing wrong with the dish.
"I'm telling you, Tomoko. Just grab the fucking knife and gut that mother fucker when he opens his yap again, and then go have few words with the mother fucker at Table 3." the voices comes back, Tomoko was prideful and knowing there was nothing wrong with this dish really irked her. There was nothing worse to her than damaged pride, it was one of the few things in life that could set her anger meter to kill.
"I'm not going to listen to you." Tomoko shouts out, causing a few looks her way from her co-workers. She laughs it off and stares back down at the dish again. She tried her breathing exercises but the anger was just not going away, and she hated not to be able to calm down because the angrier she got, the harder the voices were to silence...
"Fine, no knife. But go talk to the mother fucker who sent this back, you know it is perfect." the voice rang out in her head again, but it was right. The demon of pride was making her lose her focus, she had tried to restart the dish but instead just stood there stewing in her own anger until finally she slammed a fist down onto the counter, and stormed out of the kitchen. The woman next to her tried to say something to her as she stormed off out of the kitchen.
As she busted through the swinging double doors she looked at table 3, and saw a lone man sitting there. His feet kicked up onto the table. Tomoko bit her lower lip hard and marched over to the guy, blurting out the first thing that came to her mind. <"What the FUCK is wrong with the dish you sent back?>"
The guy responded in English, almost with a laugh. "You know I don't understand that shit you speak." he says as he turns to look at her, with a smile. The man is long time friend of Tomoko, Dante Anglais. She lets out a laugh.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she says with a smile, sitting down at the table with him.
"Trying to find you, I have to say you were not an easy woman to find since you left wrestling. Every time I called your cell all I would get is Tommy or Voice Mail, and truth be told I am not sure which is worse."
"Yeah, sorry about that. I would say I've been meaning to call you back, but I've been trying to leave that life behind me." she says, biting her lower lip a bit more. She knew Dante would not care for her reason, but she still felt a bit bad about admitting that aloud.
"Well, I need you." he says, bluntly, "I already got RJ. He suggested we get Raziel, and I said fuck that, and countered with you. We are putting a group together. What is more, in a new fed. No more WGWF, no more XWF. New start. Raise a little help with a new group of people, come on, you're in right?" Dante says to her, trying his best to gauge her reaction.
"Oh for fuck sakes, do it." comes a voice inside Tomoko's head. She shows no signs of reaction, nor does she respond. She just sits there, thinking. Dante has known her long enough to know what was going on, and he knew well enough to stay out of the way for a few moments.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom, think it over." he says, as he gets up. But Tomoko did not hear him, not see him leave. She was happy being out, she was more relaxed in this life and when she was relaxed she had a bit more control over her "illness" - So of course she was going to say no...
"I'm sorry Dante..." she starts to speak, but soon realizes he had gotten up and walked away while she was lost in her own little world.
"You bored him and he left." comes the voice in her head again.
"Shut up, Yui." Tomoko says, quietly. Trying to make sure no one heard her.
"Just fucking do it for Christ sakes. You KNOW you want to. We both know how this song and dance goes. I say do it. You say no. I say "Come on all the cool kids are doing it" and you fucking fold to peer pressure like every time. So can we quit the whole skit and just say yes? Do you know how fucking bored I am making old men rice omelets day after day? Do you know how fucking hard it is to get laid when you smell like fish and are wearing -this- fucking outfit? Now, do you know how EASY it is to get laid when you are a WRESTLING SUPER STAR?! You get to beat the shit out of people, vent some steam, and get laid. Come on how are you going to really say no to that over THIS shit?" the voice in her head starts to get louder, more aggressive as it speaks to her.
"I got out of that life for a reason, Yui. I am NOT going to go back. I am NOT going to let you have your way with things again. Every time you have your way, bad things happen." Tomoko snaps, a bit louder. The customers a table over look at her for a second.
"Name ONE bad thing I've ever lead you too..." the voice responds.
"Really? Middle School." Tomoko snaps back again.
"Okay, really? You stopped getting bullied. I see that as a problem solved." the voice rings out louder and louder... Tomoko starts to grab at her head a bit now, wincing in pain as if responding to a terrible headache.
"Yeah, I stopped getting bullied at the cost of my freedom." she is now yelling, causing almost the whole dinning room to turn to look at her.
"That's right. Get angry...."
A white hot pain sears through Tomoko's head, as she grabs her head hard and starts to rock back and forth in her seat, trying to ease the pain from the headache. One of the waitresses, a friend of Tomoko comes rushing over to see if she is alright. She starts shaking her, screaming out her name.
"Tomoko, are you alright!?" she screams.
"....Yeah." All at once the pain is gone, and a smile creeps onto her lips, "I'm fine. Hey, Yumi could you do me a favor and call Itoi-sama out here? I need to speak to him..." she says, her voice steady and calm now and in a much different tone then it was before.
Just as the waitress rushes off, Dante comes back and sits down across from her. "So, did you think it over?" he asks.
"I did..." she says with a smile, a smile that vaguely looks out of place, almost creepy. She goes to follow up what she was about to say when the manager, Itoi shows up with the waitress Yumi.
<"What the fuck are you doing out here? You have orders to take care of and you are out here chit chatting? Then you have the nerve to make a waitress come and get me because you have to talk to me? Get back into the fucking kitchen or you are fired, Tomoko."> the manager yells at her, in his drill Sergeant barking voice again. He starts to turn and walk away but his arm is grabbed by Tomoko, who gets up to her feet.
<"Oh, now you want to grab me? You better have good reason.">
With her left hand locked tight around his wrist, she suddenly and swiftly uses her right hand to grab him by the throat, hard enough to get her point across but not hard enough to choke him. Tomoko just looks into his eyes for a second.
<"Yumi, call the police. This is assault. You are sure the fuck fired now Tomoko! I'll see to it you never work in another restaurant again!"> he manages to mutter out, his speaking a bit labored with her hand around his throat.
<"One, my name is not Tomoko, asshole. It's Yui. Two, Tomoko fucking quits."> she says in almost a growl as she shoves the guy away, almost like a rag roll. He goes flying into a table a few feet behind him, the force of his momentum causing him to fall backwards onto the table and into what was at some point a young couples meal.
Tomoko looks to Dante, who is smiling from ear to ear, "Where do I sign up? Anything is better than this shit, Tomoko got me stuck in." she says to him, with a smile to match his....
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Tomoko's Log: Stardate Whatever
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Hello, my name is Tomoko Hanahara.
But I assume you already knew that.
I don't like you, and by you I mean basically anyone who comes across this. FGA Roster members? FGA Fans? FGA Executives? I don't care. I don't like you. But, hey don't take it personally, I don't like many people. But I figured I would, you know at least clear the air. I wanted to say it up front, and crystal clear. Because more than once I've heard one of you oh so clever assholes quip how I am "hard to understand" because... hah hah I'm Asian.
So, we got the pleasantries out of the way, good. Now that you know who I am, and that I don't like you. I would like to take this time to explain -WHY- I am here. You have heard Dante, you have seen our actions. But why is Tomoko Hanahara, here? Put aside the Infinite Empire for a moment, but why really is Tomoko Hanahara here?
I would say the payday, because 9 times out of 10 that is the answer... but holy shit.
I'm pretty sure the people who buy these fucking DVDs make more than I do right now. I think my paycheck for this tag match is a voucher for free chips at my next purchase at Subway. You know that saying "Hey, its the least I could do." well I think that applies when it comes to FGA because god, it really is the least they could do.
Okay, Tomoko.
You are not here for the money.
So, if it is not the money I would say it is for the exposure. To be out there, so my name is known.
That is the case for wresters who are past their prime or just starting in this business. Now here I am, I fit into none of those categories. So I am not here for the exposure.
Now as an off shot of exposure, some wrestlers just like to go out there, face an opponent of similar talent, and put on an amazing match for the fans. Usually thousands if not millions, of fans. But here we are, no TV deal... Which okay cuts your numbers down big time, no big arenas... cuts your numbers down again. Okay yeah some wrestlers like to put on a show for their true blue fans, all twenty of them.
But... I've main evented major pay-per-views and as already established, I don't like you guys. I don't want to go out there and put on a good show for you. So, holy crap why am I really here?
I'm not getting paid.
I'm not even showcasing my talents for more than handfuls of people at a time.
Hell, I wrestle and most people don't even see it for at least two weeks if not more. By the time you get that DVD in your hands I'm already eating my free chip from the match you just saw. And where is the joy in watching an event by DVD? In this day and age of the Internet, I am sure you already know who the winners are...
So really? I ask again.
Why is Tomoko Hanahara here in FGW.
If I had to sit down, dig deep for an answer, I guess the best answer I can give is simply "Some people just like to watch the world burn."
There is no better way to sit here and explain why I am here. I was happy retired. But unlike some who cling to this business for far too long, I retired a bit too soon and I was going stir crazy. Life gets pretty boring when you don't get to beat up people for a living. So I just want to create as much chaos as I can.
I have no goal.
I have no plan.
I just want to watch the FGA burn.
So I guess in many ways, FGA is kind of granting me that wish.
Burning things is right in the fucking name of the team me and RJ get to face.
Viking Funeral Service.
Basically, what I am hoping to accomplish in the FGA.
To burn the FGA down to ashes, and cast it adrift....
My... OUR... Path of destruction has already been felt, but targeting the fans and the commentators is one thing. That is just sending a message. The real show of what we are here to do and what we are capable to do starts this week. Well, on this DVD... Its a week for me but you know, you'll see it in like a month...
So who do we get?
Dante gets... a little girl with festive name?
And we get my fucking history professor?
Seriously, at what point in your long history lesson were you going to come to some semblance of a point? Because I thought you were going to get to it when you compared the Infinite Empire to the Roman Empire, but then you just kept on rambling. You know, I was never one for school, and even more I fucking hated history....
So all you managed to do is flap your gums, try to impress a few people with your brain pan, and run your mouth about how you are impressed with me because I am not backing down from two guys bigger than me. Let me ask you a question? Why would I be scared of two guys who are bigger AND stronger than me?
You seem like a smart guy, so please. Answer me that?
Because in that remark you proved you should simply stick to your history lessons.
The best fighter is NEVER the biggest, or the strongest. But the most disciplined. The most skilled. The most agile. You perceive your strength as just that a strength, where I come from I perceive your strength as your weakness.
Then you proceed to proclaim how great you are, simply because of how strong you are. A fools folly if I have ever seen one, but one you will not make in the future I assure you. Because your ego can be as much of a down fall as your strength, when you go up against a fighter of my skill set.
So, I am glad you respect me for not backing down.
Because frankly I don't respect you so hey at least this is going to be a one way street.
But, Godsend, can I call you Douchebag? Fantastic.
Douchebag, you really should let the History Professor Flame-Sensei do all the talking when you guys decide to cut your next promo because, where his history lesson was... I mean if you are in to that sort of shit, interesting. You just came off like a dumb ass muscle mass. Who can't count to begin with.
You see. There are TWO of you.
Then you see, you are facing ME and RJ Palmer.
So, since you struggle with basic numbers.
That would be TWO on TWO.
We are not coming at you with the numbers advantage you seem to think we are. So you can fight and fight on against our third man, we will just stand back and enjoy the show. Then, maybe when you realize we don't have a third man... you can get the history lesson from Flame-sensei about how the Spartans over come the odds at Thermopylae... or hey maybe he'll just decide instead of the history lesson, he'll give you a math lesson...
You are just the first fodder for the funeral pyre.
Soon all of the FGA will burn in glorious flames around you.
But you, will always be our first, and you know what they say...
You always remember your first.
At the end of every meeting, there is a parting.
So now that I've introduced my self to you, it is time for us to part.
And it is time for the FGA to learn that parting is such a sweet sorrow...
This is the kitchen of some crappy dive restaurant in Nishinomiya Japan. It was a crap place, and a crap job, but Tomoko Hanahara had been pretty happy working here. The place was with in walking distance of Koshien Stadium so she could see the Hanshin Tiger after work. It has been about three years since she hung up her boots and was pretty happy about that decision. The job may suck, but she was living a life that was not go 24/7 on the road...
"Come the fuck on, Tomoko! You are not being paid to day dream, what the fuck has gotten into you lately? You used to be good at this!" the man barked at her again as he walked by the line like a drill Sergeant, barking orders at everyone he walked by.
As he walked by Tomoko reached to taste the dish to see what was wrong with it, but her eye instead caught one of the restaurants sushi knives... The blade was a good 7 inches long and razor sharp. Tomoko stared at it for a second. "Just fucking grab the damn thing, you know you want too." came a voice from deep inside her own mind. Tomoko shook it off and instead grabbed the plate thrown at her and tasted it... She felt anger boil in the pit of her stomach, there was nothing wrong with the dish.
"I'm telling you, Tomoko. Just grab the fucking knife and gut that mother fucker when he opens his yap again, and then go have few words with the mother fucker at Table 3." the voices comes back, Tomoko was prideful and knowing there was nothing wrong with this dish really irked her. There was nothing worse to her than damaged pride, it was one of the few things in life that could set her anger meter to kill.
"I'm not going to listen to you." Tomoko shouts out, causing a few looks her way from her co-workers. She laughs it off and stares back down at the dish again. She tried her breathing exercises but the anger was just not going away, and she hated not to be able to calm down because the angrier she got, the harder the voices were to silence...
"Fine, no knife. But go talk to the mother fucker who sent this back, you know it is perfect." the voice rang out in her head again, but it was right. The demon of pride was making her lose her focus, she had tried to restart the dish but instead just stood there stewing in her own anger until finally she slammed a fist down onto the counter, and stormed out of the kitchen. The woman next to her tried to say something to her as she stormed off out of the kitchen.
As she busted through the swinging double doors she looked at table 3, and saw a lone man sitting there. His feet kicked up onto the table. Tomoko bit her lower lip hard and marched over to the guy, blurting out the first thing that came to her mind. <"What the FUCK is wrong with the dish you sent back?>"
The guy responded in English, almost with a laugh. "You know I don't understand that shit you speak." he says as he turns to look at her, with a smile. The man is long time friend of Tomoko, Dante Anglais. She lets out a laugh.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she says with a smile, sitting down at the table with him.
"Trying to find you, I have to say you were not an easy woman to find since you left wrestling. Every time I called your cell all I would get is Tommy or Voice Mail, and truth be told I am not sure which is worse."
"Yeah, sorry about that. I would say I've been meaning to call you back, but I've been trying to leave that life behind me." she says, biting her lower lip a bit more. She knew Dante would not care for her reason, but she still felt a bit bad about admitting that aloud.
"Well, I need you." he says, bluntly, "I already got RJ. He suggested we get Raziel, and I said fuck that, and countered with you. We are putting a group together. What is more, in a new fed. No more WGWF, no more XWF. New start. Raise a little help with a new group of people, come on, you're in right?" Dante says to her, trying his best to gauge her reaction.
"Oh for fuck sakes, do it." comes a voice inside Tomoko's head. She shows no signs of reaction, nor does she respond. She just sits there, thinking. Dante has known her long enough to know what was going on, and he knew well enough to stay out of the way for a few moments.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom, think it over." he says, as he gets up. But Tomoko did not hear him, not see him leave. She was happy being out, she was more relaxed in this life and when she was relaxed she had a bit more control over her "illness" - So of course she was going to say no...
"I'm sorry Dante..." she starts to speak, but soon realizes he had gotten up and walked away while she was lost in her own little world.
"You bored him and he left." comes the voice in her head again.
"Shut up, Yui." Tomoko says, quietly. Trying to make sure no one heard her.
"Just fucking do it for Christ sakes. You KNOW you want to. We both know how this song and dance goes. I say do it. You say no. I say "Come on all the cool kids are doing it" and you fucking fold to peer pressure like every time. So can we quit the whole skit and just say yes? Do you know how fucking bored I am making old men rice omelets day after day? Do you know how fucking hard it is to get laid when you smell like fish and are wearing -this- fucking outfit? Now, do you know how EASY it is to get laid when you are a WRESTLING SUPER STAR?! You get to beat the shit out of people, vent some steam, and get laid. Come on how are you going to really say no to that over THIS shit?" the voice in her head starts to get louder, more aggressive as it speaks to her.
"I got out of that life for a reason, Yui. I am NOT going to go back. I am NOT going to let you have your way with things again. Every time you have your way, bad things happen." Tomoko snaps, a bit louder. The customers a table over look at her for a second.
"Name ONE bad thing I've ever lead you too..." the voice responds.
"Really? Middle School." Tomoko snaps back again.
"Okay, really? You stopped getting bullied. I see that as a problem solved." the voice rings out louder and louder... Tomoko starts to grab at her head a bit now, wincing in pain as if responding to a terrible headache.
"Yeah, I stopped getting bullied at the cost of my freedom." she is now yelling, causing almost the whole dinning room to turn to look at her.
"That's right. Get angry...."
A white hot pain sears through Tomoko's head, as she grabs her head hard and starts to rock back and forth in her seat, trying to ease the pain from the headache. One of the waitresses, a friend of Tomoko comes rushing over to see if she is alright. She starts shaking her, screaming out her name.
"Tomoko, are you alright!?" she screams.
"....Yeah." All at once the pain is gone, and a smile creeps onto her lips, "I'm fine. Hey, Yumi could you do me a favor and call Itoi-sama out here? I need to speak to him..." she says, her voice steady and calm now and in a much different tone then it was before.
Just as the waitress rushes off, Dante comes back and sits down across from her. "So, did you think it over?" he asks.
"I did..." she says with a smile, a smile that vaguely looks out of place, almost creepy. She goes to follow up what she was about to say when the manager, Itoi shows up with the waitress Yumi.
<"What the fuck are you doing out here? You have orders to take care of and you are out here chit chatting? Then you have the nerve to make a waitress come and get me because you have to talk to me? Get back into the fucking kitchen or you are fired, Tomoko."> the manager yells at her, in his drill Sergeant barking voice again. He starts to turn and walk away but his arm is grabbed by Tomoko, who gets up to her feet.
<"Oh, now you want to grab me? You better have good reason.">
With her left hand locked tight around his wrist, she suddenly and swiftly uses her right hand to grab him by the throat, hard enough to get her point across but not hard enough to choke him. Tomoko just looks into his eyes for a second.
<"Yumi, call the police. This is assault. You are sure the fuck fired now Tomoko! I'll see to it you never work in another restaurant again!"> he manages to mutter out, his speaking a bit labored with her hand around his throat.
<"One, my name is not Tomoko, asshole. It's Yui. Two, Tomoko fucking quits."> she says in almost a growl as she shoves the guy away, almost like a rag roll. He goes flying into a table a few feet behind him, the force of his momentum causing him to fall backwards onto the table and into what was at some point a young couples meal.
Tomoko looks to Dante, who is smiling from ear to ear, "Where do I sign up? Anything is better than this shit, Tomoko got me stuck in." she says to him, with a smile to match his....
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Tomoko's Log: Stardate Whatever
~~~~~~~~~~
Hello, my name is Tomoko Hanahara.
But I assume you already knew that.
I don't like you, and by you I mean basically anyone who comes across this. FGA Roster members? FGA Fans? FGA Executives? I don't care. I don't like you. But, hey don't take it personally, I don't like many people. But I figured I would, you know at least clear the air. I wanted to say it up front, and crystal clear. Because more than once I've heard one of you oh so clever assholes quip how I am "hard to understand" because... hah hah I'm Asian.
So, we got the pleasantries out of the way, good. Now that you know who I am, and that I don't like you. I would like to take this time to explain -WHY- I am here. You have heard Dante, you have seen our actions. But why is Tomoko Hanahara, here? Put aside the Infinite Empire for a moment, but why really is Tomoko Hanahara here?
I would say the payday, because 9 times out of 10 that is the answer... but holy shit.
I'm pretty sure the people who buy these fucking DVDs make more than I do right now. I think my paycheck for this tag match is a voucher for free chips at my next purchase at Subway. You know that saying "Hey, its the least I could do." well I think that applies when it comes to FGA because god, it really is the least they could do.
Okay, Tomoko.
You are not here for the money.
So, if it is not the money I would say it is for the exposure. To be out there, so my name is known.
That is the case for wresters who are past their prime or just starting in this business. Now here I am, I fit into none of those categories. So I am not here for the exposure.
Now as an off shot of exposure, some wrestlers just like to go out there, face an opponent of similar talent, and put on an amazing match for the fans. Usually thousands if not millions, of fans. But here we are, no TV deal... Which okay cuts your numbers down big time, no big arenas... cuts your numbers down again. Okay yeah some wrestlers like to put on a show for their true blue fans, all twenty of them.
But... I've main evented major pay-per-views and as already established, I don't like you guys. I don't want to go out there and put on a good show for you. So, holy crap why am I really here?
I'm not getting paid.
I'm not even showcasing my talents for more than handfuls of people at a time.
Hell, I wrestle and most people don't even see it for at least two weeks if not more. By the time you get that DVD in your hands I'm already eating my free chip from the match you just saw. And where is the joy in watching an event by DVD? In this day and age of the Internet, I am sure you already know who the winners are...
So really? I ask again.
Why is Tomoko Hanahara here in FGW.
If I had to sit down, dig deep for an answer, I guess the best answer I can give is simply "Some people just like to watch the world burn."
There is no better way to sit here and explain why I am here. I was happy retired. But unlike some who cling to this business for far too long, I retired a bit too soon and I was going stir crazy. Life gets pretty boring when you don't get to beat up people for a living. So I just want to create as much chaos as I can.
I have no goal.
I have no plan.
I just want to watch the FGA burn.
So I guess in many ways, FGA is kind of granting me that wish.
Burning things is right in the fucking name of the team me and RJ get to face.
Viking Funeral Service.
Basically, what I am hoping to accomplish in the FGA.
To burn the FGA down to ashes, and cast it adrift....
My... OUR... Path of destruction has already been felt, but targeting the fans and the commentators is one thing. That is just sending a message. The real show of what we are here to do and what we are capable to do starts this week. Well, on this DVD... Its a week for me but you know, you'll see it in like a month...
So who do we get?
Dante gets... a little girl with festive name?
And we get my fucking history professor?
Seriously, at what point in your long history lesson were you going to come to some semblance of a point? Because I thought you were going to get to it when you compared the Infinite Empire to the Roman Empire, but then you just kept on rambling. You know, I was never one for school, and even more I fucking hated history....
So all you managed to do is flap your gums, try to impress a few people with your brain pan, and run your mouth about how you are impressed with me because I am not backing down from two guys bigger than me. Let me ask you a question? Why would I be scared of two guys who are bigger AND stronger than me?
You seem like a smart guy, so please. Answer me that?
Because in that remark you proved you should simply stick to your history lessons.
The best fighter is NEVER the biggest, or the strongest. But the most disciplined. The most skilled. The most agile. You perceive your strength as just that a strength, where I come from I perceive your strength as your weakness.
Then you proceed to proclaim how great you are, simply because of how strong you are. A fools folly if I have ever seen one, but one you will not make in the future I assure you. Because your ego can be as much of a down fall as your strength, when you go up against a fighter of my skill set.
So, I am glad you respect me for not backing down.
Because frankly I don't respect you so hey at least this is going to be a one way street.
But, Godsend, can I call you Douchebag? Fantastic.
Douchebag, you really should let the History Professor Flame-Sensei do all the talking when you guys decide to cut your next promo because, where his history lesson was... I mean if you are in to that sort of shit, interesting. You just came off like a dumb ass muscle mass. Who can't count to begin with.
You see. There are TWO of you.
Then you see, you are facing ME and RJ Palmer.
So, since you struggle with basic numbers.
That would be TWO on TWO.
We are not coming at you with the numbers advantage you seem to think we are. So you can fight and fight on against our third man, we will just stand back and enjoy the show. Then, maybe when you realize we don't have a third man... you can get the history lesson from Flame-sensei about how the Spartans over come the odds at Thermopylae... or hey maybe he'll just decide instead of the history lesson, he'll give you a math lesson...
You are just the first fodder for the funeral pyre.
Soon all of the FGA will burn in glorious flames around you.
But you, will always be our first, and you know what they say...
You always remember your first.
At the end of every meeting, there is a parting.
So now that I've introduced my self to you, it is time for us to part.
And it is time for the FGA to learn that parting is such a sweet sorrow...
