Luke Wisia vs Nest
Oct 19, 2015 0:29:22 GMT -5
Post by Zero McHannon on Oct 19, 2015 0:29:22 GMT -5
The scene cuts to Luke Wisia holding a personal camera in an unknown room. He holds up a finger to his temple and starts to turn it in a circular motion.
“This is your fault, Nest… Do you hear the screws loose?
Part of me feels like you don’t know who you’re dealin’ with. The other half knows exactly what you’re gettin’ yourself into. BUT ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE! No way outta this hole that you dug for yourself now. Trapped in a world that you don’t wanna be in…. and you’re gonna find that out soon enough.”
Wisia shrugs at the camera and scratches his neck with a cocky look across his face.
“I dunno what made YOU challenge ME out of all people. If you think I’m lookin’ for another page of some retarded twitter beef, you’re lookin’ in the wrong place. What do I have to get from all this? You should be flattered. If anyone else from LDFC challenged to me to a match, they woulda got hit with the hot and heavy ‘no’.
But who am I to turn down the APEX CHAMPION OF THE WORRRRLLLLDDDD!? You’re supposed to be the best LDFC has to offer me and no fuckin’ way I was gonna pass up on that offer. Even though you ain’t give me the common decency to do this face to face… TWITTER OF ALL PLACE? DID YOU TAKE ME FOR SOME KINDA BITCH? CALLIN’ ME OUT IN PUBLIC LIKE THAT!
Honestly, you’re the only one here worth a single fuckin’ iota of my time. There’s a reason I perform on the stage that I do. There’s a reason I perform in front of ten times more people…. and there’s a reason that I’m gonna beat you like the little leaguer that you are.
WELCOME TO THE BIG TIME, KID! Even if you're only gettin' the experience for this one night only event. I understand completely why you wanna taste of what it takes to do shit on my level. IT’S LIKE A ONE NIGHT STAND!”
Luke smiles and narrows his eyes.
“But what are you tryna prove? Prove that you can hang with the big dogs? What do you get outta this besides wakin’ up the next morning feelin’ like you’ve got hit by the smallest bus on the face of the Earth? The challenge? Hell, if you wanted one of those you should concentrate on becoming relevant on YOUR own show… Sure sure, Apex Champ and all that jazz.”
Wisia slow claps.
“What an accomplishment.
You wanna know what I see when I watch a LDFC show? CAUSE IT SURE AS HELL AIN’T YOU! The Apex Champ and you’re overshadowed by… well, everyone else! You’re the champ, but you have a hard time of even gettin’ in the main event on YOUR show to defend YOUR title. Pathetic. Just shows you what they think of you and what everyone else thinks of you. Pushin’ you to the side so that LDFC can be the ‘Emily Carter Show’ - which mind you… IS FUCKIN’ BORING. Holy shit, you let this bitch be slammed down people’s throats like she is supposed to be good! Boring. Bland. There’s a million just like her and she’s more talked about than the APEX CHAMP OF THE WOOOOORRRRLLLDDDD!
Or how about the ‘Crimson Baroness Show’? Or the ‘Hana Song Show’? Three bitches… THREE off the top of my head that keep you in the darkness, Nest. That’s your Apex Championship reign in a nutshell. Overshadowed by three bitches who make your obsolete loses seem like NOTHIN’! Three bitches who have the personality of a goddamn walnut tree. If you weren’t the fuckin’ champ, I wouldn’t even waste my time with you. I wouldn’t waste my time here. “
He scratches his chin and looks up the ceiling.
“Matter of fact… why the fuck am I here again? Oh yeah, to shut the fuck up outta little leaguers like you who think they can hang with the likes of MEEEEEEEEE!
Take pride in the ass whoopin’ you’re gonna get from me. I’ve beaten the likes of my cousin Felicity Banks. I’m gonna leave an imprint of my foot on Colton Sterling’s asscheek on a day not too far from now. While you get to face people like…. The Triple T... and uh… Keegan Hightower….and Jason ‘Brokeback’ Bronco.
THE REAL QUESTION IS WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO WHEN YOU TAKE THIS LOSS FROM ONE OF THE BEST? Are you gonna continue to stalk in the shadows of the likes of Emily Carter? Are you gonna become Crimson Baroness’s bitch? Are you finally gonna make that Apex Championship mean somethin’ besides gettin’ passed up on main eventing your own show? You got the hardware, but you ain’t got any of the perks that come with it.”
Luke holds up his cardboard ‘Interbrand Championship’ that he made from scratch himself, fully believing that it was a real title at Hard Knox. Without knowing that it wasn’t even a considered real title on his program.
“YOU SEE THIS BEAUTY?!? This is a REAL championship! It looks like Emily Carter without all the makeup, Nest! My title shines brighter than your flash in the pan career!
I’ll teach you a lil lesson… So get your deposit slip ready, free of charge. When you had the chance to keep things inside your own show for FTTF2, you shoulda done just that. Fishin’ for a talent to help better yourself is only gonna make you look like a goddamn fool. Cause there ain’t any other reason why a bum like you would wanna face a THE CHARISMATIC CHAMPION in myself. While I was winnin’ awards for just bein’ me, you were gettin’ lost in the LDFC hallways wonderin’ where the hell a camera was.
Find a camera and put yourself in front of it, Nest. Or everyone is just gonna know you as the champ who dropped the ball… the man who was just as mysterious as his title. The man who let these bitches take HIS face time and make their careers larger than your title. *cough* Carolina Cup *cough* Because that’s the path you’re on right now. While the shows are goin’ on and everyone else is gettin’ their time on screen… your ass is probably at the all you can eat buffet down the street, gettin’ your dish time in.
And that’s where you’re gonna end up if you don’t get your head outta your crouton ass. Washin’ dishes. Even then people will look at you while you’re drinkin’ your sorrows away and tellin’ them about the one time that you were a champion for a wrestling program.
‘Oh, well I remember Hana Song’….. HA!”
Wisia tilts his head to the side and laughs.
“So take your time, Nest. Prepare yourself for biting off more than you could chew. AND THAT’S SAYIN’ A LOT FOR YOU! As the GREAT DRAKE WOULD SAY… ‘Twitter fingers turned to trigger fingers’.
BUT HEY! At least you can say that I took time out of my precious life to come into your house and show you why I cash my checks. THAT COUNTS FOR SOMETHIN’, RIGHT? Then you can go back to bein’ the figment of everyone’s imagine as their champion… until someone comes and takes that title off you. Then the people will be say, ‘Who?’. That one guy who was good in the ring, but never took the time to build his championship run up to what it shoulda been. The guy who let himself be a backseat driver to most of the roster. Nest, the guy who talks about other people not bein’ ‘prideful’ in their matches or what they have to accomplish…. but can’t give it his all anyway.
And that’s one thing people won’t be able to say about me at least. They won’t be able to say that I spent more time at the vending machine than I did my career… That's why you will always know more about me than I do about you. Because I'm an actual somebody.
You’re a cancer to yourself, Nest… and frankly, I can’t wait until someone worth a fuck takes that title off you and gives it the publicity it really deserves. Then you can linger in the shadows all you want without holdin’ LDFC down. And while you’re doin’ that? Make sure you turn into a Defiance and see how shit is really done with the professionals.
Betcha waitin’ for me to end this all with those three famous words, ain’t you? The three words that Brandon Banks made bigger than your gut?
Wait for it…
Bank on that?
Nah. I got three better words for you.
Fuck you, fatass.”
Luke picks up his cardboard championship and slings it over his shoulder before walking out of frame.
[Edit: Fixed a code because I'm OCD -___-]
“This is your fault, Nest… Do you hear the screws loose?
Part of me feels like you don’t know who you’re dealin’ with. The other half knows exactly what you’re gettin’ yourself into. BUT ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE! No way outta this hole that you dug for yourself now. Trapped in a world that you don’t wanna be in…. and you’re gonna find that out soon enough.”
Wisia shrugs at the camera and scratches his neck with a cocky look across his face.
“I dunno what made YOU challenge ME out of all people. If you think I’m lookin’ for another page of some retarded twitter beef, you’re lookin’ in the wrong place. What do I have to get from all this? You should be flattered. If anyone else from LDFC challenged to me to a match, they woulda got hit with the hot and heavy ‘no’.
But who am I to turn down the APEX CHAMPION OF THE WORRRRLLLLDDDD!? You’re supposed to be the best LDFC has to offer me and no fuckin’ way I was gonna pass up on that offer. Even though you ain’t give me the common decency to do this face to face… TWITTER OF ALL PLACE? DID YOU TAKE ME FOR SOME KINDA BITCH? CALLIN’ ME OUT IN PUBLIC LIKE THAT!
Honestly, you’re the only one here worth a single fuckin’ iota of my time. There’s a reason I perform on the stage that I do. There’s a reason I perform in front of ten times more people…. and there’s a reason that I’m gonna beat you like the little leaguer that you are.
WELCOME TO THE BIG TIME, KID! Even if you're only gettin' the experience for this one night only event. I understand completely why you wanna taste of what it takes to do shit on my level. IT’S LIKE A ONE NIGHT STAND!”
Luke smiles and narrows his eyes.
“But what are you tryna prove? Prove that you can hang with the big dogs? What do you get outta this besides wakin’ up the next morning feelin’ like you’ve got hit by the smallest bus on the face of the Earth? The challenge? Hell, if you wanted one of those you should concentrate on becoming relevant on YOUR own show… Sure sure, Apex Champ and all that jazz.”
Wisia slow claps.
“What an accomplishment.
You wanna know what I see when I watch a LDFC show? CAUSE IT SURE AS HELL AIN’T YOU! The Apex Champ and you’re overshadowed by… well, everyone else! You’re the champ, but you have a hard time of even gettin’ in the main event on YOUR show to defend YOUR title. Pathetic. Just shows you what they think of you and what everyone else thinks of you. Pushin’ you to the side so that LDFC can be the ‘Emily Carter Show’ - which mind you… IS FUCKIN’ BORING. Holy shit, you let this bitch be slammed down people’s throats like she is supposed to be good! Boring. Bland. There’s a million just like her and she’s more talked about than the APEX CHAMP OF THE WOOOOORRRRLLLDDDD!
Or how about the ‘Crimson Baroness Show’? Or the ‘Hana Song Show’? Three bitches… THREE off the top of my head that keep you in the darkness, Nest. That’s your Apex Championship reign in a nutshell. Overshadowed by three bitches who make your obsolete loses seem like NOTHIN’! Three bitches who have the personality of a goddamn walnut tree. If you weren’t the fuckin’ champ, I wouldn’t even waste my time with you. I wouldn’t waste my time here. “
He scratches his chin and looks up the ceiling.
“Matter of fact… why the fuck am I here again? Oh yeah, to shut the fuck up outta little leaguers like you who think they can hang with the likes of MEEEEEEEEE!
Take pride in the ass whoopin’ you’re gonna get from me. I’ve beaten the likes of my cousin Felicity Banks. I’m gonna leave an imprint of my foot on Colton Sterling’s asscheek on a day not too far from now. While you get to face people like…. The Triple T... and uh… Keegan Hightower….and Jason ‘Brokeback’ Bronco.
THE REAL QUESTION IS WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO WHEN YOU TAKE THIS LOSS FROM ONE OF THE BEST? Are you gonna continue to stalk in the shadows of the likes of Emily Carter? Are you gonna become Crimson Baroness’s bitch? Are you finally gonna make that Apex Championship mean somethin’ besides gettin’ passed up on main eventing your own show? You got the hardware, but you ain’t got any of the perks that come with it.”
Luke holds up his cardboard ‘Interbrand Championship’ that he made from scratch himself, fully believing that it was a real title at Hard Knox. Without knowing that it wasn’t even a considered real title on his program.
“YOU SEE THIS BEAUTY?!? This is a REAL championship! It looks like Emily Carter without all the makeup, Nest! My title shines brighter than your flash in the pan career!
I’ll teach you a lil lesson… So get your deposit slip ready, free of charge. When you had the chance to keep things inside your own show for FTTF2, you shoulda done just that. Fishin’ for a talent to help better yourself is only gonna make you look like a goddamn fool. Cause there ain’t any other reason why a bum like you would wanna face a THE CHARISMATIC CHAMPION in myself. While I was winnin’ awards for just bein’ me, you were gettin’ lost in the LDFC hallways wonderin’ where the hell a camera was.
Find a camera and put yourself in front of it, Nest. Or everyone is just gonna know you as the champ who dropped the ball… the man who was just as mysterious as his title. The man who let these bitches take HIS face time and make their careers larger than your title. *cough* Carolina Cup *cough* Because that’s the path you’re on right now. While the shows are goin’ on and everyone else is gettin’ their time on screen… your ass is probably at the all you can eat buffet down the street, gettin’ your dish time in.
And that’s where you’re gonna end up if you don’t get your head outta your crouton ass. Washin’ dishes. Even then people will look at you while you’re drinkin’ your sorrows away and tellin’ them about the one time that you were a champion for a wrestling program.
‘Oh, well I remember Hana Song’….. HA!”
Wisia tilts his head to the side and laughs.
“So take your time, Nest. Prepare yourself for biting off more than you could chew. AND THAT’S SAYIN’ A LOT FOR YOU! As the GREAT DRAKE WOULD SAY… ‘Twitter fingers turned to trigger fingers’.
BUT HEY! At least you can say that I took time out of my precious life to come into your house and show you why I cash my checks. THAT COUNTS FOR SOMETHIN’, RIGHT? Then you can go back to bein’ the figment of everyone’s imagine as their champion… until someone comes and takes that title off you. Then the people will be say, ‘Who?’. That one guy who was good in the ring, but never took the time to build his championship run up to what it shoulda been. The guy who let himself be a backseat driver to most of the roster. Nest, the guy who talks about other people not bein’ ‘prideful’ in their matches or what they have to accomplish…. but can’t give it his all anyway.
And that’s one thing people won’t be able to say about me at least. They won’t be able to say that I spent more time at the vending machine than I did my career… That's why you will always know more about me than I do about you. Because I'm an actual somebody.
You’re a cancer to yourself, Nest… and frankly, I can’t wait until someone worth a fuck takes that title off you and gives it the publicity it really deserves. Then you can linger in the shadows all you want without holdin’ LDFC down. And while you’re doin’ that? Make sure you turn into a Defiance and see how shit is really done with the professionals.
Betcha waitin’ for me to end this all with those three famous words, ain’t you? The three words that Brandon Banks made bigger than your gut?
Wait for it…
Bank on that?
Nah. I got three better words for you.
Fuck you, fatass.”
Luke picks up his cardboard championship and slings it over his shoulder before walking out of frame.
[Edit: Fixed a code because I'm OCD -___-]
