Post by 💀 ＡＰＯＫ 💀 on May 2, 2020 19:50:18 GMT -5
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"Obviously my real name isn't Apokalypse. Only a moron would even question that. It's a wrestling gimmick, something The Viper would never begin to understand."
"Robert Saints is a moron. "
"The moron is all fired up because I trashed his moron dad, his moron granddad, and his moron great granddad. I could take on all four generations of morons in a Handicap Extreme Rules Match and be victorious."
"Because I'm NOT a moron. "
"I almost feel bad for Kelly Robinson. She may be a loving and devoted wife… but she married a moron who throws out a long winded simpleton threat at a god about cashing checks or something. I don't know what his point was. I drifted off somewhere in the middle. Or maybe the end. It's hard to tell. He's a moron."
"And then some moron named Travis Deacon Hall had to chime in… like his opinion holds any weight in the conversation. Something about venom and fangs. Oh! Because he's… The Viper! How clever! I wonder which moron came up with that shtick. I have a feeling that an old man in Stamford, Connecticut came up with all of it… and then this moron stole it all."
"Could Travis Deacon Hall be an even bigger moron? He followed his moron tag team partner to Detroit four days before Titans… and for some reason… those morons from ICW are all hanging out there, too. Four. Days. Early."
"Morons."
"Oh no! Travis Deacon Hall is… SORRY ABOUT MY DAMN LUCK?! How original! Oh… no… but… I know of a hick from Tennessee who says that exact… same… thing! He put it on a t-shirt and everything! So… it turns out… Travis Deacon Hall is ALSO a phony… just… like… Robert… Saints!"
"And then… oh man… then his broad jumped in the deep end by speaking my name! She rambled more empty threats about how her moron husband is going to beat me or something at Titans… probably. She still thinks her man is worthy of being SFT World Heavyweight Champion… so obviously… she's a… MORON!"
"Somehow… they teleported to a restaurant using witchcraft… maybe. Robert Saints threatened to throw the menu in the trash where it belongs. That's a terrible thing to say. The restaurant staff is risking their lives to serve ungrateful patrons like Saints and Friends. Then more sorcery occurred because the waitress threw away the menus for no reason… and then they ordered without being able to reference the menus."
"That's not even the scary part."
"The food magically appeared seconds later and they all went back to the arena!"
"FOUR! DAYS! EARLY!"
"I'm having a hard time comprehending and understanding even a second of that nonsense. Maybe I should get my wife or my tag team partner to come in here to fight my battles. Or… I could just be the unstoppable god beast that I was born to be… and casually stroll into Detroit on Tuesday to demonstrate a sample of my true destructive nature by systematically dismantling Robert Saints in front of his loved ones."
"Those words were beyond the first grade level that you flunked seven years in a row… and I sincerely apologize for going over your head, Robert Saints. You seem like a decent guy… but you're a terrible wrestler. I'm going to do what's best for SFT and retire you on Tuesday. It's a good thing you arrived four days early. It gives you four extra days to reflect on your lackluster career before I… fucking... end it."
o m e g a
"Apokalypse could not be repealed by the democratic process."
-Greg Bear
"Obviously my real name isn't Apokalypse. Only a moron would even question that. It's a wrestling gimmick, something The Viper would never begin to understand."
"Robert Saints is a moron. "
"The moron is all fired up because I trashed his moron dad, his moron granddad, and his moron great granddad. I could take on all four generations of morons in a Handicap Extreme Rules Match and be victorious."
"Because I'm NOT a moron. "
"I almost feel bad for Kelly Robinson. She may be a loving and devoted wife… but she married a moron who throws out a long winded simpleton threat at a god about cashing checks or something. I don't know what his point was. I drifted off somewhere in the middle. Or maybe the end. It's hard to tell. He's a moron."
"And then some moron named Travis Deacon Hall had to chime in… like his opinion holds any weight in the conversation. Something about venom and fangs. Oh! Because he's… The Viper! How clever! I wonder which moron came up with that shtick. I have a feeling that an old man in Stamford, Connecticut came up with all of it… and then this moron stole it all."
"Could Travis Deacon Hall be an even bigger moron? He followed his moron tag team partner to Detroit four days before Titans… and for some reason… those morons from ICW are all hanging out there, too. Four. Days. Early."
"Morons."
"Oh no! Travis Deacon Hall is… SORRY ABOUT MY DAMN LUCK?! How original! Oh… no… but… I know of a hick from Tennessee who says that exact… same… thing! He put it on a t-shirt and everything! So… it turns out… Travis Deacon Hall is ALSO a phony… just… like… Robert… Saints!"
"And then… oh man… then his broad jumped in the deep end by speaking my name! She rambled more empty threats about how her moron husband is going to beat me or something at Titans… probably. She still thinks her man is worthy of being SFT World Heavyweight Champion… so obviously… she's a… MORON!"
"Somehow… they teleported to a restaurant using witchcraft… maybe. Robert Saints threatened to throw the menu in the trash where it belongs. That's a terrible thing to say. The restaurant staff is risking their lives to serve ungrateful patrons like Saints and Friends. Then more sorcery occurred because the waitress threw away the menus for no reason… and then they ordered without being able to reference the menus."
"That's not even the scary part."
"The food magically appeared seconds later and they all went back to the arena!"
"FOUR! DAYS! EARLY!"
"I'm having a hard time comprehending and understanding even a second of that nonsense. Maybe I should get my wife or my tag team partner to come in here to fight my battles. Or… I could just be the unstoppable god beast that I was born to be… and casually stroll into Detroit on Tuesday to demonstrate a sample of my true destructive nature by systematically dismantling Robert Saints in front of his loved ones."
"Those words were beyond the first grade level that you flunked seven years in a row… and I sincerely apologize for going over your head, Robert Saints. You seem like a decent guy… but you're a terrible wrestler. I'm going to do what's best for SFT and retire you on Tuesday. It's a good thing you arrived four days early. It gives you four extra days to reflect on your lackluster career before I… fucking... end it."
o m e g a
"Apokalypse could not be repealed by the democratic process."
-Greg Bear
