Is this thing on?!
Apr 18, 2013 19:17:37 GMT -5
Post by The Rogue on Apr 18, 2013 19:17:37 GMT -5
The following voice recording was sent in to the FGA building for air on the website:
Tomkins: Hello, hello, my loyal fans. It's about time you heard my sweet voice, ain't that right? Yeah. Well. I might have some explaining to do as to my whereabouts, but that would just solve to many problems. I'm not here to solve problems. I'm here to make them. That's right. I'll make problems for the fans. For the company. For the Champions. And for Blaine. Yeah. Mr Harrison, that stole what was rightfully mine. Well we're reverting back to the old ways, man. Capital punishment and all that. I'm taking hands, now, Blaine. Yours. That's right. Given the chance I will gladly take a chef's knife and cut your hand off at the wrist, leave you with a stump and then gleefully beat you down with it. But that just wouldn't do. No. I'm English, still, Blaine. I'm a gentleman.
A moment's pause, as he coughs, in a forced manner.
Tomkins: Scratch that last part. We all know that Michael Tomkins is anything but a gentleman. He's a ruthless snake that will go to any lengths to get what he wants. He's the sort of guy that will refer to himself in the second or third person. Sometimes he might even make it to 4th. That means trouble for all the slackers out there. The people that have to dig up deep dirt from the bins of their oppressors to know what to say or how to react when they are faced with someone new. That's not my style, people. No. Mike is here to piss in the pot and hand it to you. Let's not forget who came first here. Let's not forget who won 7 matches straight and then let his paper house fall down because Blaine Harrison can't fight fair. But who cares. I'm over that. I barely remember who Blaine Harrison is. What matters is that I am coming back. And whether or not Blaine likes it, I will take that FGA Title from him. He can't stop me. No one can. Especially now. People complained when it was just Tim and I. Now the faction is here, we'll see if Blaine still gets his way. My betting is no. But hey. Time will tell on that one. You know, I get the feeling I might be rambling here. Maybe so. But who really cares. I have hijacked my spot and I have sent this in so if they put it on the website thing I am sure some of you will be stupid enough to listen to it. But really, that part doesn't matter. It would be stupid to not heed the warning. The Rogue is back. He brought some big bad friends to play. So get the crumpets ready. I'm still British.
A click.... Then just static....
Tomkins: Hello, hello, my loyal fans. It's about time you heard my sweet voice, ain't that right? Yeah. Well. I might have some explaining to do as to my whereabouts, but that would just solve to many problems. I'm not here to solve problems. I'm here to make them. That's right. I'll make problems for the fans. For the company. For the Champions. And for Blaine. Yeah. Mr Harrison, that stole what was rightfully mine. Well we're reverting back to the old ways, man. Capital punishment and all that. I'm taking hands, now, Blaine. Yours. That's right. Given the chance I will gladly take a chef's knife and cut your hand off at the wrist, leave you with a stump and then gleefully beat you down with it. But that just wouldn't do. No. I'm English, still, Blaine. I'm a gentleman.
A moment's pause, as he coughs, in a forced manner.
Tomkins: Scratch that last part. We all know that Michael Tomkins is anything but a gentleman. He's a ruthless snake that will go to any lengths to get what he wants. He's the sort of guy that will refer to himself in the second or third person. Sometimes he might even make it to 4th. That means trouble for all the slackers out there. The people that have to dig up deep dirt from the bins of their oppressors to know what to say or how to react when they are faced with someone new. That's not my style, people. No. Mike is here to piss in the pot and hand it to you. Let's not forget who came first here. Let's not forget who won 7 matches straight and then let his paper house fall down because Blaine Harrison can't fight fair. But who cares. I'm over that. I barely remember who Blaine Harrison is. What matters is that I am coming back. And whether or not Blaine likes it, I will take that FGA Title from him. He can't stop me. No one can. Especially now. People complained when it was just Tim and I. Now the faction is here, we'll see if Blaine still gets his way. My betting is no. But hey. Time will tell on that one. You know, I get the feeling I might be rambling here. Maybe so. But who really cares. I have hijacked my spot and I have sent this in so if they put it on the website thing I am sure some of you will be stupid enough to listen to it. But really, that part doesn't matter. It would be stupid to not heed the warning. The Rogue is back. He brought some big bad friends to play. So get the crumpets ready. I'm still British.
A click.... Then just static....
