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[EAST FINAL] 3. Doc Silver vs. 4. Duke Williams
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(FADEIN: Doc Silver sitting in a rather large living room in his estate in Las Vegas.)
DOC: Duke Williams...Really...Wow...I mean, I can't imagine somebody as worthless as you would get to the third round of this major tournament. I mean, really, you beat a man who may or may not have been dead, and then some coward who knew if he beat you, he'd lose to me, so he decided to tuck his tail and run.
And so I listened to you Duke...I decided to find out who the hell you are...Cause you're really a nobody...Honestly...You're some fifty year old man who never did anything to make you pop up on my radio...And the most horrible moment of your life that Dan Ryan pulled your tights...Since you've spent the last two years brooding over it...
That's all you got, a tights pull...You have to be kidding me, what a crime, what an outrage, you got your tights pulled, my god, stop the presses...If the worst thing that ever happened in my career was a tights pull, then man I'd have had one hell of a happy career...You, you get a tights pull and you still can't get over it two years later...You're still looking for justice in a business that never gives us any...
Well I'm going to do you a favor Duke...I mean I'm not going to run you ragged for 5 minutes till your old ass breaks down and you're sucking wind and begging for the finish...And honestly, at this point in my career I never thought I'd still be busting out age based insults on people...But you got me beaten by 8 year and that's pretty sad...I'm not just going to beat you silly for 4-5 minutes until you're begging for the Aces Full...Begging for me to end your suffering and get this sham of a match over with...
You know refs in this business aren't to agile. They aren't to bright...Sometimes they get knocked down..It's a tragic fact of the sport, but it happens...And in our match...I'm thinking maybe somehow, some way, the ref in our match is going to go down...And then once that happens, a number of my thugs, not less then two but not more then 5, will hit the ring and beat the hell out of you...Chairs, brass knucks, various and sundry weapons will be used...You will be blooded, you will be beaten, you'll be left out cold, blood pooling around your head...and then my thugs will leave the ring, the ref will wake up, and I will pin you (Slaps hands together) 1...2....3...
Cause if you've spent two years of your life waking up in a frothing rage over a tights pull...Well I'll *really* give you something to b*tch about...So you can go back to your old age home and spend the rest of your worthless life whining about how Doc Silver screwed you over, and it was a lot more then a tights pull that happened...
And that's what's going to happen...Cause I can do anything I want here...You have no chance to win this match...You have no possible way to even compete with me...I'm going to crush you, I'm going to disgrace you...You're pretty much here to give me a bye week before I can finally fight some real talent in the final 4...
So work yourself into a rage...Get ready to impress me with some really awesome interview with some amazing photoshops that get the canned laugh track rolling...Maybe you'll lament the day somebody dared to use a closed fist in a match against you, maybe you'll pine for the good old days when nobody would so much as dream of using a steel chair in a match...Or whatever fantasies your senile mind has deluded you into thinking happened in the past...
You are a disgrace to this business...It's really sad to me that you're 50 years old, and that instead of you, God had to kill the 50 year old Billy Mays, denying me more fantastic product shilling...And 50 year old Michael Jackson, thusly ruining TV for the next week with his weirdness being mourned...Maybe Yahway will get off his ass and put you in the ground before our match and do everyone a favor...
So really Duke...Don't insult me with a reply, don't waste anyone's time with whatever the hell it is you think passes for a promo...Just go away...Nobody will miss you, because nobody cares about you...
You've spent 50 years of your life having amounted to nothing...50 years walking the endless path of misery...
Only Happy When It Rains...
(FADEOUT)
DOC: Duke Williams...Really...Wow...I mean, I can't imagine somebody as worthless as you would get to the third round of this major tournament. I mean, really, you beat a man who may or may not have been dead, and then some coward who knew if he beat you, he'd lose to me, so he decided to tuck his tail and run.
And so I listened to you Duke...I decided to find out who the hell you are...Cause you're really a nobody...Honestly...You're some fifty year old man who never did anything to make you pop up on my radio...And the most horrible moment of your life that Dan Ryan pulled your tights...Since you've spent the last two years brooding over it...
That's all you got, a tights pull...You have to be kidding me, what a crime, what an outrage, you got your tights pulled, my god, stop the presses...If the worst thing that ever happened in my career was a tights pull, then man I'd have had one hell of a happy career...You, you get a tights pull and you still can't get over it two years later...You're still looking for justice in a business that never gives us any...
Well I'm going to do you a favor Duke...I mean I'm not going to run you ragged for 5 minutes till your old ass breaks down and you're sucking wind and begging for the finish...And honestly, at this point in my career I never thought I'd still be busting out age based insults on people...But you got me beaten by 8 year and that's pretty sad...I'm not just going to beat you silly for 4-5 minutes until you're begging for the Aces Full...Begging for me to end your suffering and get this sham of a match over with...
You know refs in this business aren't to agile. They aren't to bright...Sometimes they get knocked down..It's a tragic fact of the sport, but it happens...And in our match...I'm thinking maybe somehow, some way, the ref in our match is going to go down...And then once that happens, a number of my thugs, not less then two but not more then 5, will hit the ring and beat the hell out of you...Chairs, brass knucks, various and sundry weapons will be used...You will be blooded, you will be beaten, you'll be left out cold, blood pooling around your head...and then my thugs will leave the ring, the ref will wake up, and I will pin you (Slaps hands together) 1...2....3...
Cause if you've spent two years of your life waking up in a frothing rage over a tights pull...Well I'll *really* give you something to b*tch about...So you can go back to your old age home and spend the rest of your worthless life whining about how Doc Silver screwed you over, and it was a lot more then a tights pull that happened...
And that's what's going to happen...Cause I can do anything I want here...You have no chance to win this match...You have no possible way to even compete with me...I'm going to crush you, I'm going to disgrace you...You're pretty much here to give me a bye week before I can finally fight some real talent in the final 4...
So work yourself into a rage...Get ready to impress me with some really awesome interview with some amazing photoshops that get the canned laugh track rolling...Maybe you'll lament the day somebody dared to use a closed fist in a match against you, maybe you'll pine for the good old days when nobody would so much as dream of using a steel chair in a match...Or whatever fantasies your senile mind has deluded you into thinking happened in the past...
You are a disgrace to this business...It's really sad to me that you're 50 years old, and that instead of you, God had to kill the 50 year old Billy Mays, denying me more fantastic product shilling...And 50 year old Michael Jackson, thusly ruining TV for the next week with his weirdness being mourned...Maybe Yahway will get off his ass and put you in the ground before our match and do everyone a favor...
So really Duke...Don't insult me with a reply, don't waste anyone's time with whatever the hell it is you think passes for a promo...Just go away...Nobody will miss you, because nobody cares about you...
You've spent 50 years of your life having amounted to nothing...50 years walking the endless path of misery...
Only Happy When It Rains...
(FADEOUT)
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(FADEIN: Doc Silver still relaxing in the living room in his estate.)
DOC: Duke, buddy...Pal...Friend...Look when I said I didn't want you to talk, that was just me being greedy, cause honestly, you sound like a f*cking moron and the idea of having to have a supposed battle of wits with you makes me sick...But on the other hand...We're supposed to do sh*t to sell this match...I mean, you're the plucky scrappy old timer looking to catch lightning in a bottle and score a win over me, one of the supreme legends in the history of this sport...And I, the supreme legend, am supposed to be overlooking you, underestimating the amazing skills of a 50 year old man who's only claim to fame is lamenting some mild rule breaking by Dan Ryan two years ago...
So really, in spite of my protests, in spite of my angry sneering, you were supposed to get all red faced and go have an interview with your olde tymie TV guy about whatever the hell it is you two talk about.
You're here to give the people who want to see me lose a reason to believe that could ever happen...I mean, we all know the big money in a Ryan/Doc semi finals...We all know that the world wants to see that match, but you can talk all about being the spoiler, how you're going to shock the word and deny that evil rat fink Doc Silver the semi finals...
I mean, I'm sure you'll have all kinds of great stories of epic battles in leagues I've never heard of, against opponents I'd never give a damn about, how a time or two you overcame impossible odds to gain unlikely victory...How you truly were the hero of the masses...
But honestly Duke, you're not a little snowflake all perfect and unique...Your story is the story of a thousand other fools who thought they could beat me, a legion of men, and even a few women, who believed incorrectly, that when the chips where down and the stakes high, they would get their hand raised in victory over me...They were wrong...
You won't beat me Duke...Nobody ever really does...Oh I lose matches, but I win the war...And in a single elimination tournament...With no future for the loser, every match is a war...And I win them...
This tournament is mine to win...You're not stopping me...None of the elite that should make up the final 4 will stop me...This is my victory lap...This is my last greatest moment in the sun...
This is one final time to send an idiot like you...Along the endless path of misery...
Only Happy When It Rains...
(FADEOUT)
DOC: Duke, buddy...Pal...Friend...Look when I said I didn't want you to talk, that was just me being greedy, cause honestly, you sound like a f*cking moron and the idea of having to have a supposed battle of wits with you makes me sick...But on the other hand...We're supposed to do sh*t to sell this match...I mean, you're the plucky scrappy old timer looking to catch lightning in a bottle and score a win over me, one of the supreme legends in the history of this sport...And I, the supreme legend, am supposed to be overlooking you, underestimating the amazing skills of a 50 year old man who's only claim to fame is lamenting some mild rule breaking by Dan Ryan two years ago...
So really, in spite of my protests, in spite of my angry sneering, you were supposed to get all red faced and go have an interview with your olde tymie TV guy about whatever the hell it is you two talk about.
You're here to give the people who want to see me lose a reason to believe that could ever happen...I mean, we all know the big money in a Ryan/Doc semi finals...We all know that the world wants to see that match, but you can talk all about being the spoiler, how you're going to shock the word and deny that evil rat fink Doc Silver the semi finals...
I mean, I'm sure you'll have all kinds of great stories of epic battles in leagues I've never heard of, against opponents I'd never give a damn about, how a time or two you overcame impossible odds to gain unlikely victory...How you truly were the hero of the masses...
But honestly Duke, you're not a little snowflake all perfect and unique...Your story is the story of a thousand other fools who thought they could beat me, a legion of men, and even a few women, who believed incorrectly, that when the chips where down and the stakes high, they would get their hand raised in victory over me...They were wrong...
You won't beat me Duke...Nobody ever really does...Oh I lose matches, but I win the war...And in a single elimination tournament...With no future for the loser, every match is a war...And I win them...
This tournament is mine to win...You're not stopping me...None of the elite that should make up the final 4 will stop me...This is my victory lap...This is my last greatest moment in the sun...
This is one final time to send an idiot like you...Along the endless path of misery...
Only Happy When It Rains...
(FADEOUT)
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(FADEIN: Doc Silver standing in front of a TEAM banner. Doc's wearing an offensively orange "Garbage, Version 2.0" T-Shirt and his trademark bleached sweatpants.)
DOC: So here we are...Duke Williams has decided to hide under the bed...To escape the horrible beating coming to him...Well Duke, there is no escape...We're gonna fight, and I'm going to hurt you...Hurt you really badly...Now I'm sure the public is disgusted with you...I mean, here you were all high and mighty on your quest to avenge the horrible tights pull of aught 7...A crime so great it made 9/11 look like shop lifting some tic tacs from the local 7-11...
And I mean really it seemed like you had really worked yourself into a lather of fake outrage and pretend indignity out of all this...And you were gonna get you some of Dan Ryan...Gonna make him pay for all of this...
Well you can't get to Dan Ryan unless you beat me...And you're not beating me, because you're clearly in pant-sh*tting terror of me...I'd be scared to if I was a over-the-hill talentless hack who's only claim to fame was to whine about events that happened years ago...Look at me Duke...LOOK AT ME...I'm a man rocking a T-Shirt from a band that doesn't exist anymore...Little sci-fi nerds know Shirley Manson as a T-1000, not as an alt-rock front woman for a band...
But you see, I adapt...I keep on going...You gotta stay hip, current, being relevant in some way or another...You got what Duke? What makes Joe-Six-Pack and Judy Punch Clock give a damn if you make it to the arena or not? I mean really, why should anyone emotionally invest in Duke Williams? What's the hook? How do you sell yourself to the masses?
Cause I don't get you...I really don't...I mean Christian "The Machine" Daniels was kinda cool in the sense that he was a maniac serial killer posing as a wise guy who wasn't a maniac serial killer...Cameron Cruise is a franchise...I mean he's a sh*tty small franchise...Like Little Ceasar's to my Pizza Hut...But still people know what they'll get from people like us...People have expectations and they will be met...They don't ask for a whole lot...But they get what they came for...
I mean, now-a-days, I'm kind of a part time player in my own life...I got my lapdog Greenie doing all he can to mooch heat off me and get himself on camera...
(Greenie walks into the shot, he's got a giant headset on and is listening to an iPod)
GREENIE: Can you you take it all way...Can you take it all away...When you shoved it in my face...Just bring your kid to me...Can you take it all away...Can you take it all away...When you shoved it in my face...Just bring your kid to me....Oooooohhhhh...JUST BRING YOUR KID TO ME....
DOC: That's...Not the lyric...That's not even close to the lyric...
GREENIE: What are you talking about? Didn't you see the music video? It's the lead singer being an awesome dad and the mom being awful and the new guy she's screwing treating the kid poorly...He just wants his kid...
DOC: That's...Not the lyric...It's "This pain you gave to me"
GREENIE: How the hell would you know about this? You haven't listened to anything since Shirley leaked that demo of "In The Snow" on her facebook.
DOC: Hey, I listen to music every now and again that isn't Garbage based...And I listen to it enough to not be six miles off the legit lyrics...
GREENIE: You friggin' lyric nazi...So what the hell is he supposed to be saying?
DOC: It's "this pain you gave to me"
(Greenie hits a few buttons on his iPod...Listens to the song.)
GREENIE: No way, that's not even close...
DOC: Then bet me...I'll lay 10 to 1 odds...We can check every website alive for the lyrics...
(Greenie pauses)
GREENIE: You have to be right, you're a prick about bets...You never gamble with me about anything other then Pats/Fish unless it's some stupid general knowledge thing where we have a disagreement...So you're right, I just won't accept it and keep signing it my way...So what the hell were you doing anyhow?"
DOC: I was cutting a promo on Duke Williams...
GREENIE: Oh f*ck that guy...Us arguing about "Blurry" is far more entertaining then anything dealing with him...
DOC: You're most likely right...Screw it, this promo's over...
GREENIE: What? No Only Happy When it Rains?
DOC: Nah, he doesn't deserve it...
GREENIE: Works for me...
(FADEOUT)
DOC: So here we are...Duke Williams has decided to hide under the bed...To escape the horrible beating coming to him...Well Duke, there is no escape...We're gonna fight, and I'm going to hurt you...Hurt you really badly...Now I'm sure the public is disgusted with you...I mean, here you were all high and mighty on your quest to avenge the horrible tights pull of aught 7...A crime so great it made 9/11 look like shop lifting some tic tacs from the local 7-11...
And I mean really it seemed like you had really worked yourself into a lather of fake outrage and pretend indignity out of all this...And you were gonna get you some of Dan Ryan...Gonna make him pay for all of this...
Well you can't get to Dan Ryan unless you beat me...And you're not beating me, because you're clearly in pant-sh*tting terror of me...I'd be scared to if I was a over-the-hill talentless hack who's only claim to fame was to whine about events that happened years ago...Look at me Duke...LOOK AT ME...I'm a man rocking a T-Shirt from a band that doesn't exist anymore...Little sci-fi nerds know Shirley Manson as a T-1000, not as an alt-rock front woman for a band...
But you see, I adapt...I keep on going...You gotta stay hip, current, being relevant in some way or another...You got what Duke? What makes Joe-Six-Pack and Judy Punch Clock give a damn if you make it to the arena or not? I mean really, why should anyone emotionally invest in Duke Williams? What's the hook? How do you sell yourself to the masses?
Cause I don't get you...I really don't...I mean Christian "The Machine" Daniels was kinda cool in the sense that he was a maniac serial killer posing as a wise guy who wasn't a maniac serial killer...Cameron Cruise is a franchise...I mean he's a sh*tty small franchise...Like Little Ceasar's to my Pizza Hut...But still people know what they'll get from people like us...People have expectations and they will be met...They don't ask for a whole lot...But they get what they came for...
I mean, now-a-days, I'm kind of a part time player in my own life...I got my lapdog Greenie doing all he can to mooch heat off me and get himself on camera...
(Greenie walks into the shot, he's got a giant headset on and is listening to an iPod)
GREENIE: Can you you take it all way...Can you take it all away...When you shoved it in my face...Just bring your kid to me...Can you take it all away...Can you take it all away...When you shoved it in my face...Just bring your kid to me....Oooooohhhhh...JUST BRING YOUR KID TO ME....
DOC: That's...Not the lyric...That's not even close to the lyric...
GREENIE: What are you talking about? Didn't you see the music video? It's the lead singer being an awesome dad and the mom being awful and the new guy she's screwing treating the kid poorly...He just wants his kid...
DOC: That's...Not the lyric...It's "This pain you gave to me"
GREENIE: How the hell would you know about this? You haven't listened to anything since Shirley leaked that demo of "In The Snow" on her facebook.
DOC: Hey, I listen to music every now and again that isn't Garbage based...And I listen to it enough to not be six miles off the legit lyrics...
GREENIE: You friggin' lyric nazi...So what the hell is he supposed to be saying?
DOC: It's "this pain you gave to me"
(Greenie hits a few buttons on his iPod...Listens to the song.)
GREENIE: No way, that's not even close...
DOC: Then bet me...I'll lay 10 to 1 odds...We can check every website alive for the lyrics...
(Greenie pauses)
GREENIE: You have to be right, you're a prick about bets...You never gamble with me about anything other then Pats/Fish unless it's some stupid general knowledge thing where we have a disagreement...So you're right, I just won't accept it and keep signing it my way...So what the hell were you doing anyhow?"
DOC: I was cutting a promo on Duke Williams...
GREENIE: Oh f*ck that guy...Us arguing about "Blurry" is far more entertaining then anything dealing with him...
DOC: You're most likely right...Screw it, this promo's over...
GREENIE: What? No Only Happy When it Rains?
DOC: Nah, he doesn't deserve it...
GREENIE: Works for me...
(FADEOUT)
Duke Williams
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Trouble in Malicedom....no ride for the free...no hope for the hopeless...AKA: Duke Needs a Doctor.
FROM THE ROAD: POST CARD SENT TO DOC SILVER
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FROM THE ROAD: POST CARD SENT TO DOC SILVER
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Duke Williams
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<o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com<img src=" images="" smilies="" redface.gif="" border="0" alt="" title="Embarrassment" smilieid="3" class="inlineimg"></o:smarttagtype> Doc,
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After I rained on Tyler Rayne’s parade I ended up on a wild thrill ride I’m sorry you couldn’t join me on. After the match I grabbed my things from the hotel room and hitched a ride with the local chapter of the Maryland Screaming Eagles Motorcycle gang.
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The wind was blowing wildly through our hair as the drugs grabbed hold of our minds. The dragons chased us through the last stretch of true American freedom left in a land of law and order. God dare not strike us down because we were angry outlaws ruling the roads with hellish howls. And the law; **** them, the law knew better and we understood we had the control.
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A man with control tells exactly what kind of person he is. For example in the last few days as I’ve been in exile you’ve taken the opportunity to blast, humiliate, and degrade me worse then an ex-wife or a scorn lover ever could. It’s ok hoss most of what you said was based in truth and I’ll be happy to cover most it in this letter or next time you and I grab a beer together.
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My head was high from the pot and my adrenaline alive with speed. It’s a dangerous combination but these are dangerous time for celebrities and blue collar folk alike so I felt like I needed to either go out with a bang, or get where I’m going fast. Either option seemed like an appropriate finale at the time, although I had no idea how close I was to the first option.
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Three weeks earlier unbeknownst to me the Screaming Eagles pillaged a few thousand dollars worth of guns and pain pills from the Confederacy of Thunder. Both gangs have been fighting over <st1:state w:st="on"><st1>Maryland</st1></st1:state> for sometime and after the recent murder of C.O.T. captain Shotgun Wilber things have been extremely corrosive.
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None of that was on my mind in the early part of my trip. I had heard you had one and I was honored to get a chance to face you. In many ways you’re the Billy Mays of wrestling. We’ve all heard you scream your name, we know your name, but deeper then that we don’t care until you either turn up dead or are involved in some scandal. Sorry but it’s true.
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The most horrible moment in my life had nothing to do with Dan Ryan. You got that part wrong. It was about ten years ago in a seedy hotel. I had done so much heroine I had no ambition or passion. In that moment of weakness I was raped by what I thought was a parking lot lizard. In the end it turned out to be your mother and I blame you. That night your mother raped me and turned me into the mother****er I am today. I need to stand up for men who also have been raped by disgusting ugly women like your mother.
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Wow. How bad was that? Really?? Mother humor. I know it’s even low brow for me. But when I read the words you crafted to insult me I knew my only chance was to stoop to your level of obvious, and take the road (like your mother’s crotch) well traveled. After all as you said I’m a nobody.
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We pulled into a safe house at five in the morning just as dawn approached. The guys had decided to escort me to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1>Canada</st1> </st1:country-region>and I appreciated the company. Not the company of the five bad ass bikers hiding inside the cabin but rather the fifteen badass bikers I was rolling with. When I walked in I was hit hard from behind by a massive man with brass knuckles. Four other guys came at me but being a trained street fighter and former bouncer I reacted. I pulled a blade out of my boot and started swinging wildly nicking one of their ears.
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In a ballet dance rain down upon by spraying blood me and the broods battled. Jabs, swings, uppercuts, and head butts were the movies as we spun around in what seemed like slow motion. It was violent beauty in the same styling as the Stooges are violent humor. I only mention this artistic battle not to brag Doc, but rather to remind you of facts. You say a few of your boys will hit the ring. No problem. Just know I got a few bikers in the crowd and years of experience in battle.
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A fifty year old man living in an old age home are you kidding me? Are you that lame to the world to understand that your attempts at humor are like watching a piano playing savant try to do math. How the mind locks up to some things and opens up to others is truly one of lives most amazing mysteries.
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It’s funny if you knew anything about my career you would know I like weapons. I like pain. I like sex. I like gold. I like ice-cream. I really like whiskey. I like women. I really, really like whiskey. I like dope. I like fighting. I dig wrestling. I love taking a real good ****. I like drinking. I like making fun of you. I really hate you trying to make fun of me. I dig your effort. I despise your end game. I really, really, really like whiskey.
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Also did you think I started wrestling in the 1970’s than stepped into a time machine and just woke up for my dream match with you in Canada? Who’s smoking the dope here? I’ve evolved with the sport and was an innovative part of it. You see son (since despite a seven year age difference) you insist on calling me old I’m calling you out for stupidity. HA they call me the low brow hillbilly.
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Then you tell me not to reply and die so I considered it. The Confederacy of Thunder tried at that cabin but failed. I didn’t reply but I had no idea you were like a crazy lover where you insist on ending it then ***** and cry when I do ignore you cause at heart you really want attention. It’s cute Doc Silver you’re like a happy puppy dog. I may have to put a collar on you and feed you to the bikers in boy’s town. To each their own I guess. <o></o>
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I understand a battle of wits would make you sick so I’ve enclosed some fresh bull semen soup for you. I hope you feel better. I would have delivered it in person but I forgot my passport and couldn’t get into <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1>Canada</st1></st1:country-region>. Which explains my tardiness as I spent the last few days trying to sneak into the country.
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Truth is I do want revenge on Dan Ryan and Doc you’re not qualified. It’s the draw of the best of the rest which is fun but I’m the real deal from a real fed. I come from the mainstream pal while you’ve dwindled in obscurity in your federations full of die hard fans. Let’s face it most of them do die hard with massive heart attacks, NASCAR incidents, and other amusing way’s bad people croak.
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It’s true my story is the story of thousands of others, its just I’m the best of this story. That is why I have the fans that I do and the respect that I have earned. You are reaching for straws and only coming up with a handful of pecker. Dan Ryan can hide behind tournament referees and that is the kind of community you come from. But hoss I’m the MALICE MAN from PTC, from PCW, from PRIME and hall of fames all across the wrestling world. Dan Ryan you’re only hope is I come up silver in this match other wise I’m coming after your gold, in your teeth just to clarify.
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I like your style of dress it’s a mix between hopeless and lost which is what I found myself once in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1>Canada</st1></st1:country-region>. But now I’m found and the match is on. No easy victory lap for you my friend, sorry.
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To answer your question I sell my self by being real. I’m the guy who tells the world you’re as relevant as the current cast on MTV’s Real World. My angle is that of the common man who isn’t so common. A big dicked daddy all the girls crave and all the men want to drink with. A man of Malice. You’re worst nightmare.
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I thought about a funny creative ending to this but clearly you are not worth it. Just know I am in<st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1> Canad </st1></st1:country-region>and I hope you’re ready to be sent Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound.
Peace and love peace and love
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DUKE WILLIAMS
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P.S. I buy your shirts for cum rags just thought you should know.
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After I rained on Tyler Rayne’s parade I ended up on a wild thrill ride I’m sorry you couldn’t join me on. After the match I grabbed my things from the hotel room and hitched a ride with the local chapter of the Maryland Screaming Eagles Motorcycle gang.
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The wind was blowing wildly through our hair as the drugs grabbed hold of our minds. The dragons chased us through the last stretch of true American freedom left in a land of law and order. God dare not strike us down because we were angry outlaws ruling the roads with hellish howls. And the law; **** them, the law knew better and we understood we had the control.
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A man with control tells exactly what kind of person he is. For example in the last few days as I’ve been in exile you’ve taken the opportunity to blast, humiliate, and degrade me worse then an ex-wife or a scorn lover ever could. It’s ok hoss most of what you said was based in truth and I’ll be happy to cover most it in this letter or next time you and I grab a beer together.
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My head was high from the pot and my adrenaline alive with speed. It’s a dangerous combination but these are dangerous time for celebrities and blue collar folk alike so I felt like I needed to either go out with a bang, or get where I’m going fast. Either option seemed like an appropriate finale at the time, although I had no idea how close I was to the first option.
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Three weeks earlier unbeknownst to me the Screaming Eagles pillaged a few thousand dollars worth of guns and pain pills from the Confederacy of Thunder. Both gangs have been fighting over <st1:state w:st="on"><st1>Maryland</st1></st1:state> for sometime and after the recent murder of C.O.T. captain Shotgun Wilber things have been extremely corrosive.
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None of that was on my mind in the early part of my trip. I had heard you had one and I was honored to get a chance to face you. In many ways you’re the Billy Mays of wrestling. We’ve all heard you scream your name, we know your name, but deeper then that we don’t care until you either turn up dead or are involved in some scandal. Sorry but it’s true.
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The most horrible moment in my life had nothing to do with Dan Ryan. You got that part wrong. It was about ten years ago in a seedy hotel. I had done so much heroine I had no ambition or passion. In that moment of weakness I was raped by what I thought was a parking lot lizard. In the end it turned out to be your mother and I blame you. That night your mother raped me and turned me into the mother****er I am today. I need to stand up for men who also have been raped by disgusting ugly women like your mother.
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Wow. How bad was that? Really?? Mother humor. I know it’s even low brow for me. But when I read the words you crafted to insult me I knew my only chance was to stoop to your level of obvious, and take the road (like your mother’s crotch) well traveled. After all as you said I’m a nobody.
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We pulled into a safe house at five in the morning just as dawn approached. The guys had decided to escort me to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1>Canada</st1> </st1:country-region>and I appreciated the company. Not the company of the five bad ass bikers hiding inside the cabin but rather the fifteen badass bikers I was rolling with. When I walked in I was hit hard from behind by a massive man with brass knuckles. Four other guys came at me but being a trained street fighter and former bouncer I reacted. I pulled a blade out of my boot and started swinging wildly nicking one of their ears.
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In a ballet dance rain down upon by spraying blood me and the broods battled. Jabs, swings, uppercuts, and head butts were the movies as we spun around in what seemed like slow motion. It was violent beauty in the same styling as the Stooges are violent humor. I only mention this artistic battle not to brag Doc, but rather to remind you of facts. You say a few of your boys will hit the ring. No problem. Just know I got a few bikers in the crowd and years of experience in battle.
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A fifty year old man living in an old age home are you kidding me? Are you that lame to the world to understand that your attempts at humor are like watching a piano playing savant try to do math. How the mind locks up to some things and opens up to others is truly one of lives most amazing mysteries.
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It’s funny if you knew anything about my career you would know I like weapons. I like pain. I like sex. I like gold. I like ice-cream. I really like whiskey. I like women. I really, really like whiskey. I like dope. I like fighting. I dig wrestling. I love taking a real good ****. I like drinking. I like making fun of you. I really hate you trying to make fun of me. I dig your effort. I despise your end game. I really, really, really like whiskey.
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Also did you think I started wrestling in the 1970’s than stepped into a time machine and just woke up for my dream match with you in Canada? Who’s smoking the dope here? I’ve evolved with the sport and was an innovative part of it. You see son (since despite a seven year age difference) you insist on calling me old I’m calling you out for stupidity. HA they call me the low brow hillbilly.
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Then you tell me not to reply and die so I considered it. The Confederacy of Thunder tried at that cabin but failed. I didn’t reply but I had no idea you were like a crazy lover where you insist on ending it then ***** and cry when I do ignore you cause at heart you really want attention. It’s cute Doc Silver you’re like a happy puppy dog. I may have to put a collar on you and feed you to the bikers in boy’s town. To each their own I guess. <o></o>
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I understand a battle of wits would make you sick so I’ve enclosed some fresh bull semen soup for you. I hope you feel better. I would have delivered it in person but I forgot my passport and couldn’t get into <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1>Canada</st1></st1:country-region>. Which explains my tardiness as I spent the last few days trying to sneak into the country.
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Truth is I do want revenge on Dan Ryan and Doc you’re not qualified. It’s the draw of the best of the rest which is fun but I’m the real deal from a real fed. I come from the mainstream pal while you’ve dwindled in obscurity in your federations full of die hard fans. Let’s face it most of them do die hard with massive heart attacks, NASCAR incidents, and other amusing way’s bad people croak.
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It’s true my story is the story of thousands of others, its just I’m the best of this story. That is why I have the fans that I do and the respect that I have earned. You are reaching for straws and only coming up with a handful of pecker. Dan Ryan can hide behind tournament referees and that is the kind of community you come from. But hoss I’m the MALICE MAN from PTC, from PCW, from PRIME and hall of fames all across the wrestling world. Dan Ryan you’re only hope is I come up silver in this match other wise I’m coming after your gold, in your teeth just to clarify.
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I like your style of dress it’s a mix between hopeless and lost which is what I found myself once in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1>Canada</st1></st1:country-region>. But now I’m found and the match is on. No easy victory lap for you my friend, sorry.
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To answer your question I sell my self by being real. I’m the guy who tells the world you’re as relevant as the current cast on MTV’s Real World. My angle is that of the common man who isn’t so common. A big dicked daddy all the girls crave and all the men want to drink with. A man of Malice. You’re worst nightmare.
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I thought about a funny creative ending to this but clearly you are not worth it. Just know I am in<st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1> Canad </st1></st1:country-region>and I hope you’re ready to be sent Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound.
Peace and love peace and love
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DUKE WILLIAMS
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P.S. I buy your shirts for cum rags just thought you should know.
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