GreggG
Moderator
- Joined
- Jan 1, 2000
- Messages
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(CUT TO: Troy Windham, looking like the missing third member of The White Stripes, sitting in the back of his stretch HumVee.)
TROY: So, this is what passes for a world champion these days? I thought I read in Entertainment Weekly that this whole Nu-Metal stuff went away in 1999. Hey, Icon, guess what? Fred Durst called, he wants his everything back.
You can talk all you want about the CSWA. Just to let you know, in that company, I wave the flag and the banner, they call me Mister CSWA. You can demean that company all you want but you and I and the millions of people watching me talk right now know you would give both of your testicles, your kidneys, your wife, your mother and your first-born son away if it meant that you could mop the floor of Chad Merrit's penthouse restroom. The so-called champ right now has the title because I let him-- Ryan and everyone else knows that if I wasn't so damn important acting as the guest host of Real World/Road Rules:The Tower of Doom I'd have the title around my slender, attractive waste.
Icon-- if you stepped foot in the CSWA and called out the who's who's list, you'd be laughed out as soon as you came in, rolled in a garbage can, beaten, degraded and sent out of this sport. I step foot in YOUR league, I tell you I'm going to spit in your eye, slap you in the face and use your title as a coaster for my mixed drinks and I have to wait a week for a response. Did you have to have your comments approved from your boss? Wondering where I was coming from and what you could say to not make things already worse for you?
Icon, you and I and the rest of the world knows where you stand and where this middling promotion stands. I'll put it in terms you might be able to resort to, duuuuuude. I'm Kurt Cobain. I'm Mick Jagger. I'm McCartney and Lennon. I'm areal icon who accomplishes more in an hour than you will in a lifetime.
You? You're Fred Durst-- the chairperson of the under five foot tall midget *sshole convention. You may wear a backwards red visor, you may be filled with a lot of bravado... but in reality, you're compensating for what you lack in the size of your manhood. You're this generations Kip Winger, Bret Michaels or the drummer from Great White. You're some fad of the moment popular to people who don't know any better.
Icon, come down to my match. Watch a real icon in action. Then bow your head and respect The King of All Wrestling... because just by evening mentioning your name, I made you more famous than you've ever been in your worthless career.
Now excuse me. I have to dictate MORE orders to your leagues comissioner, who will properly do whatever I tell him to do.
(FTB)
TROY: So, this is what passes for a world champion these days? I thought I read in Entertainment Weekly that this whole Nu-Metal stuff went away in 1999. Hey, Icon, guess what? Fred Durst called, he wants his everything back.
You can talk all you want about the CSWA. Just to let you know, in that company, I wave the flag and the banner, they call me Mister CSWA. You can demean that company all you want but you and I and the millions of people watching me talk right now know you would give both of your testicles, your kidneys, your wife, your mother and your first-born son away if it meant that you could mop the floor of Chad Merrit's penthouse restroom. The so-called champ right now has the title because I let him-- Ryan and everyone else knows that if I wasn't so damn important acting as the guest host of Real World/Road Rules:The Tower of Doom I'd have the title around my slender, attractive waste.
Icon-- if you stepped foot in the CSWA and called out the who's who's list, you'd be laughed out as soon as you came in, rolled in a garbage can, beaten, degraded and sent out of this sport. I step foot in YOUR league, I tell you I'm going to spit in your eye, slap you in the face and use your title as a coaster for my mixed drinks and I have to wait a week for a response. Did you have to have your comments approved from your boss? Wondering where I was coming from and what you could say to not make things already worse for you?
Icon, you and I and the rest of the world knows where you stand and where this middling promotion stands. I'll put it in terms you might be able to resort to, duuuuuude. I'm Kurt Cobain. I'm Mick Jagger. I'm McCartney and Lennon. I'm areal icon who accomplishes more in an hour than you will in a lifetime.
You? You're Fred Durst-- the chairperson of the under five foot tall midget *sshole convention. You may wear a backwards red visor, you may be filled with a lot of bravado... but in reality, you're compensating for what you lack in the size of your manhood. You're this generations Kip Winger, Bret Michaels or the drummer from Great White. You're some fad of the moment popular to people who don't know any better.
Icon, come down to my match. Watch a real icon in action. Then bow your head and respect The King of All Wrestling... because just by evening mentioning your name, I made you more famous than you've ever been in your worthless career.
Now excuse me. I have to dictate MORE orders to your leagues comissioner, who will properly do whatever I tell him to do.
(FTB)