Post by nathan on Jun 27, 2018 15:38:42 GMT -5
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I woke up today to an alert on my phone that my match next week on Tuesday Night Titans is now a non-title match. That's confusing news, because I wasn't aware any of us even had titles. I just got here, and haven't even won a match yet. The other two… remain silent.
Jamo is a former SFT World and Intercontinental Champion. Former would imply that he is no longer a champion. That leaves Jackson Kent. I apologize for not knowing you were Intercontinental Champion. I didn't even see you last week, as your match against Robert Saints was canceled.
The show before that… you got beat pretty bad by Rumpke. That much I remember. I just don't remember you being Intercontinental Champion. It's probably for the best that this match is non-title. Well, it benefits you, at least. Knowing you are technically the number two guy in SFT makes me want to win this match even more now.
If you thought I was motivated before… mmmmmaaaaaaannn…
[][][][][][][][][][] HARDCORE DREAM MASTER [][][][][][][][][][]
I had a weird dream last night… and you were there, Jamo. It wasn't any of the weird nightmare warrior nonsense. It was more like Wizard of Oz. Started out with a tiny farmhouse landing on some wicked witch, probably a cousin of yours or something. I had Toto by my side and talked to good witch who floated down in a bubble. She said her name was Glinda Owen.
Then you showed up, Jamo… all green and haggardly. Fast forward to the final battle. It was me, Toto, Glinda, Optimus Prime and Beau Bennett versus you and an army of flying monkeys. Toto was surprisingly good with a crossbow. We're all battling to the death. There's flamethrowers and throwing stars. Optimus and Beau get killed dead. It's down to me, Glinda and Toto. Our backs are up against the wall against all odds.
Then I look down… and I'm not wearing any pants! I look up to see you and all your monkeys laughing at me, Jamo. Before any more weird stuff can happen… I wake up. I don't know what any of that stuff meant… but since you are the Hardcore Dream Assassin Master Warrior Legend… I was hoping you could interpret for me.
Do I need to lay off on the cotton candy milkshakes? That stuff turns my poop funny colors… and might be affecting my dreams. Or it's just you, Jamo… doing your voodoo hoodoo in my head. Either way...
Moving right along.
[][][][][][][][][][] THE CHAMP IS WHERE? [][][][][][][][][][]
If I were Strike Fantasy Towers Intercontinental Champion… and one day, I will be… I would be leading the charge, constantly trying to better myself and this company. I would be doing interviews and autograph signing. I would be showing everyone why second best champion is not enough. But Robert Saints… I mean, sorry… Jackson Kent is your current, reigning but not defending Intercontinental Champion.
Where exactly is he?
He's probably shopping for the world's tallest pants, seeing as how he's like nine feet tall. Maybe he's in this business for the money, the fame, the attention. Maybe he likes being Intercontinental Champion. I have no idea… because he's nowhere to be found. Following his loss to Rumpke… I remember hearing something about either defend the championship like a man or give it up. It was something like that.
Rumpke was right.
Yet… last week… Jackson Kent wasn't even there to defend the championship against Robert Saints… who also wasn't there. In a perfect world, he would have been stripped of the championship. But when the roster has three titles to share between ten guys… things run a little differently.
I'm here to put all champions on notice. Rumpke, Jackson Kent, Glenn Owen. I'm coming for all of you and all of the gold. It's time to make SFT great again… and my enthusiasm might be just the thing it takes to get this party started. See, I've begun reaching out to old friends in the business, most of whom are not tied down to contracts.
Let's give the people what they want.
Action packed action.
I woke up today to an alert on my phone that my match next week on Tuesday Night Titans is now a non-title match. That's confusing news, because I wasn't aware any of us even had titles. I just got here, and haven't even won a match yet. The other two… remain silent.
Jamo is a former SFT World and Intercontinental Champion. Former would imply that he is no longer a champion. That leaves Jackson Kent. I apologize for not knowing you were Intercontinental Champion. I didn't even see you last week, as your match against Robert Saints was canceled.
The show before that… you got beat pretty bad by Rumpke. That much I remember. I just don't remember you being Intercontinental Champion. It's probably for the best that this match is non-title. Well, it benefits you, at least. Knowing you are technically the number two guy in SFT makes me want to win this match even more now.
If you thought I was motivated before… mmmmmaaaaaaannn…
[][][][][][][][][][] HARDCORE DREAM MASTER [][][][][][][][][][]
I had a weird dream last night… and you were there, Jamo. It wasn't any of the weird nightmare warrior nonsense. It was more like Wizard of Oz. Started out with a tiny farmhouse landing on some wicked witch, probably a cousin of yours or something. I had Toto by my side and talked to good witch who floated down in a bubble. She said her name was Glinda Owen.
Then you showed up, Jamo… all green and haggardly. Fast forward to the final battle. It was me, Toto, Glinda, Optimus Prime and Beau Bennett versus you and an army of flying monkeys. Toto was surprisingly good with a crossbow. We're all battling to the death. There's flamethrowers and throwing stars. Optimus and Beau get killed dead. It's down to me, Glinda and Toto. Our backs are up against the wall against all odds.
Then I look down… and I'm not wearing any pants! I look up to see you and all your monkeys laughing at me, Jamo. Before any more weird stuff can happen… I wake up. I don't know what any of that stuff meant… but since you are the Hardcore Dream Assassin Master Warrior Legend… I was hoping you could interpret for me.
Do I need to lay off on the cotton candy milkshakes? That stuff turns my poop funny colors… and might be affecting my dreams. Or it's just you, Jamo… doing your voodoo hoodoo in my head. Either way...
Moving right along.
[][][][][][][][][][] THE CHAMP IS WHERE? [][][][][][][][][][]
If I were Strike Fantasy Towers Intercontinental Champion… and one day, I will be… I would be leading the charge, constantly trying to better myself and this company. I would be doing interviews and autograph signing. I would be showing everyone why second best champion is not enough. But Robert Saints… I mean, sorry… Jackson Kent is your current, reigning but not defending Intercontinental Champion.
Where exactly is he?
He's probably shopping for the world's tallest pants, seeing as how he's like nine feet tall. Maybe he's in this business for the money, the fame, the attention. Maybe he likes being Intercontinental Champion. I have no idea… because he's nowhere to be found. Following his loss to Rumpke… I remember hearing something about either defend the championship like a man or give it up. It was something like that.
Rumpke was right.
Yet… last week… Jackson Kent wasn't even there to defend the championship against Robert Saints… who also wasn't there. In a perfect world, he would have been stripped of the championship. But when the roster has three titles to share between ten guys… things run a little differently.
I'm here to put all champions on notice. Rumpke, Jackson Kent, Glenn Owen. I'm coming for all of you and all of the gold. It's time to make SFT great again… and my enthusiasm might be just the thing it takes to get this party started. See, I've begun reaching out to old friends in the business, most of whom are not tied down to contracts.
Let's give the people what they want.
Action packed action.
