" Simon Kalis. The more you try to hide it, the more your utter stupidity shines through with every horrible mind-bending word you say. "The only reason you're undefeated is because you've been facing the same old chumps year after year. The DRWF has gotten stale, don't deny it." Alright, let's a take a gander at my competition so far. Let's see, first week I fight Ricky Jones in his debut match. Second week, Pete Ebdon. Combined, that's a total of zero times i've faced them before that. Get what i'm saying? If you're going to say some shit, at least make it true son. You really got me there Kalis...I mean I am the one who's stacking up like kangaroo shit. Maybe you should try speaking the truth for once. Ah well, you gave it your best. Simon Kalis claiming I need him. Excuse me for a second while I toss my cookies. Are you serious? THA FUCK would I possibly need your ass for? A punching bag? Police dog training equipment? I find it quite funny how you act. First calling me a hypocrite with some false claims, and then being twice the hypocrite on your own. Always trying to shove away the past and make it as irrelevant as it can be. Then a few seconds later mentioning how you were the eternal champion BEFORE me, and the FTW champion BEFORE me. Let's see, if it's before now, that would make it the past...correct? But Kalis, why must you contradict yourself so much? It's almost sad to watch you degrade yourself with every word you say. The DRWF needs you? The DRWF was here before you were even heard of, and the DRWF will be here long after you retire Kalis, and it will be thriving. The only thing DRWF needs from you is a midcard superstar. Fill your role Simon, fill your role. Once you try to step outside the box, you're going to hurt yourself. You've tried it before, and you've hurt yourself. You tried something new, and it bit you in the ass. For the record, A-poc wasn't defeated when you beat him, nor did I EVER claim to be. I've been undefeated SINCE DRWF OPENED IT'S DOORS AGAIN. Okay? You on the same page now? Obviously you can't comprehend a few words strung together(A sentence...). But nah, i'm supposed to be the ignorant one here. I was glad to see you admitted that you're best strategy was taking what I said and throwing it back at me. Even though I already pointed it out...ah well. I was expecting the lengthy speech Kalis. And you delivered. I was also expecting it to be filled with irrelevance and stupor, and you delivered yet again. What's the point of speaking for hours if you're not going to establish anything? The best you could come up with was "you're right, i'm wrong". Next he's going to be running around screaming "mine! MINE! gimme!". C'mon Simon...you really want to know what makes me different from Poc? Take a look at our career paths. Poc was nearly immediately thrown up to the top with the greats to battle. He had some hardships, but he got the title very quickly. I took my time, and did what I had to do for a while. Poc lives a different lifestyle than me Kalis. We may be the best of friends, but we have our differences. If anyone's career is similar to Poc's, it's yours. You came into DRWF, and got thrusted up to the top quickly and won your title in a controversial manner. But you couldn't hold on to the fame. It overwhelmed you. Took you over. And you had that title for what, a week? But you claim to be in some sort of "league" that I wasn't in at the time. Please Kalis, you had the shortest title reign of anyone in this place, besides maybe Jason Royce. Is that the title you want to be remembered for having?
I tried to warn you. I tried to tell you not to step into battle with me, because i'm dangerous. But you persist, and keep trying to come back at me. And you keep falling short. You keep embarassing yourself, but you don't see it. Boy did I laugh when you said you were going to outwit me. Outwit ME?! I'm not going to be outwitted by the likes of you. Better than me in the eyes of critics? Say what you want Kalis, believe what you may. But you know the truth. You know that you're digging deep down to find things to say to me in every promo you cut. Dig deeper. After I dismantled you for your idiotic chess references, you were left dumbfounded. After I scorned you for every mistake you made, you had nothing left. But you tried to come back. You tried to compare to me, and you left yourself more vulnerable to my attack than before. The gloves are down, and i'm still swinging. You brag about a streak, as if I care. All streaks are ended Kalis. ALL of them. Even those as petty as yours. Like I would give a damn about beating other champions. Pete Ebdon has beaten everyone else to, and tried to use that to his advantage. Let's just say it didn't work, because I advanced in the tournament...and he didn't. Kalis, it has grown painstakingly obvious that you need to be put in your place, and be shown for what you are really made of, and i'm going to be the guy to do just that. Before you go on your next tirade of trying to bash on Ace, why don't you just tell us why you're so unoriginal. Why is it that you say the same things everyone else says, and do the same things everyone else does? And to add to that you tarnish the good qualities of the things you say. It's an unfortunate case, it really is. You should just keep silent Kalis. Just keep soft and quiet. I'm done. Let's see what you got.
The stakes are high...
My dukes are up...
Bring your best
And prepare to get laughed at.
Soon everyone will realize that you are knee deep in your own bullshit.
And by the way...that Moro thing you were bitching about. Maybe if you watched the whole damn promo before spewing out of your ass, you would've realized that it was all a joke. Remember when I said "I love fucking with Moro"? Yeah, wake up Kalis, it's game time.
{ The scene fades in to some shit. }
*Ring*
Ace: Poppin?
The Dude: Major emergency Ace.
Ace: What?
The Dude: I can't find Furby.
Ace: You can't find what?!
The Dude: I can't find Furby man, he's gone. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ACE.
Ace: Calm down, breathe. I'll think of something.
The Dude: Thanks, and hurry.
{ Ace hangs up. We cut away. The scene fades backto a dark alley. You can't see much, until we can partially view a figure through the shadows. The camera scoots back to reveal our favorite hero. He doesn't look like a hero anymore. His goatee has grown into a mess, he's in a pair of levis torn at the legs, dirty and messy. He's wearing a trench coat over his clothes, and he's carrying some type of object in his left hand. No longer do we see a gold chain around his neck. No longer do we see a cigar in his mouth. What the hell happened? He continues to move through the dark, stumbling, apparantly a bit wounded. Ace continues and then he comes to a corner, where he turns right. He is now in what looks to be a neighborhood. No little kids are out side playing ball, or hockey, or any type of games, it's way past any child's bed time. It's got to be around 1 in the morning. Ace lifts up the object in his left hand, so we can see it more clearly. It looks to be a bag. He raises it to his mouth, and begins to take in the liquid contents of the bottle of beer inside the brown bag. He then tosses the bag and the bottle, as they land in the street causing a shattering noise. He then stops walking when he reaches a certain house. There are many cars lining the driveway of this house, cars of which the likes of a celebrity would own. Ace gets a weird grin on his face and walks up to a hummer. What the? That looks a lot like Pete Ebdon's hummer. The one with the custom Ebdon paint job. Ace smashes open the window with a closed fist, and begins to bleed profusely. He ignores this wound, though it could be very dangerous to his health. He unlocks the door and gets in. He begins to do something, but he is blocking our view. Suddenly the headlights turn on. Ace gets another weird grin on his face, as he looks down. He puts his foot on the gas, his hand on the steering wheel, and goes full force through the garage door! He keeps going until he has partially destroyed everything in the garage, and the wall leading to the house has collapsed. Ace seems to be knocked out, and bleeding from the skull, as we fade. We cut back, to Ace waking up. }
Ace: The hell am I?
{ He grabs his head to stop the blood flow. }
Ace: Fuck, that can't be good.
{ He looks around at the mess around him. }
Ace: Shit, I went through with it.
{ He pops the door open, and stumbles out the side. He wobbles out of the garage. A police car drives by, and doesn't stop. }
Ace: Damn, it's bright out. Must've been there all night.
{ Another police car drives by. This time, it stops. Ace considers running, but decides not to. The cop is wide eyed. }
Cop: What the hell is this?
Ace: What is what officer?
Cop: Oh nothing, just that car driven through someone's garage and house.
Ace: What are you trying to say?
Cop: Did you do it.
Ace: It's not my car officer, check the registration.
Cop: Answer the question.
Ace: I thought my answer was pretty well fit.
Cop: So how'd you get that mean cut on your head?
Ace: I slipped.
Cop: Slipped huh?
Ace: Damn slippery concrete.
Cop: Listen, I could drive away and say that I never saw this.
Ace: You'd be lying...
Cop: Or I can take you down and tell them it was you.
Ace: And you'd still be lying.
Cop: I'm not as stupid as I look Ace.
Ace: You know my name?
Cop: Who doesn't? The only reason i'm not going to arrest you is to live to see you beat down Simon Kalis.
Ace: Oh yeah?
Cop: Yeah, so you better get the job done.
Ace: Believe me, the job is done.
Simon Kalis won't know what hit him...
Run back to CWF where you belong Kalis...
You're going to get murked.
{ Fadles.}
" Simon Kalis. The more you try to hide it, the more your utter stupidity shines through with every horrible mind-bending word you say. "The only reason you're undefeated is because you've been facing the same old chumps year after year. The DRWF has gotten stale, don't deny it." Alright, let's a take a gander at my competition so far. Let's see, first week I fight Ricky Jones in his debut match. Second week, Pete Ebdon. Combined, that's a total of zero times i've faced them before that. Get what i'm saying? If you're going to say some shit, at least make it true son. You really got me there Kalis...I mean I am the one who's stacking up like kangaroo shit. Maybe you should try speaking the truth for once. Ah well, you gave it your best. Simon Kalis claiming I need him. Excuse me for a second while I toss my cookies. Are you serious? THA FUCK would I possibly need your ass for? A punching bag? Police dog training equipment? I find it quite funny how you act. First calling me a hypocrite with some false claims, and then being twice the hypocrite on your own. Always trying to shove away the past and make it as irrelevant as it can be. Then a few seconds later mentioning how you were the eternal champion BEFORE me, and the FTW champion BEFORE me. Let's see, if it's before now, that would make it the past...correct? But Kalis, why must you contradict yourself so much? It's almost sad to watch you degrade yourself with every word you say. The DRWF needs you? The DRWF was here before you were even heard of, and the DRWF will be here long after you retire Kalis, and it will be thriving. The only thing DRWF needs from you is a midcard superstar. Fill your role Simon, fill your role. Once you try to step outside the box, you're going to hurt yourself. You've tried it before, and you've hurt yourself. You tried something new, and it bit you in the ass. For the record, A-poc wasn't defeated when you beat him, nor did I EVER claim to be. I've been undefeated SINCE DRWF OPENED IT'S DOORS AGAIN. Okay? You on the same page now? Obviously you can't comprehend a few words strung together(A sentence...). But nah, i'm supposed to be the ignorant one here. I was glad to see you admitted that you're best strategy was taking what I said and throwing it back at me. Even though I already pointed it out...ah well. I was expecting the lengthy speech Kalis. And you delivered. I was also expecting it to be filled with irrelevance and stupor, and you delivered yet again. What's the point of speaking for hours if you're not going to establish anything? The best you could come up with was "you're right, i'm wrong". Next he's going to be running around screaming "mine! MINE! gimme!". C'mon Simon...you really want to know what makes me different from Poc? Take a look at our career paths. Poc was nearly immediately thrown up to the top with the greats to battle. He had some hardships, but he got the title very quickly. I took my time, and did what I had to do for a while. Poc lives a different lifestyle than me Kalis. We may be the best of friends, but we have our differences. If anyone's career is similar to Poc's, it's yours. You came into DRWF, and got thrusted up to the top quickly and won your title in a controversial manner. But you couldn't hold on to the fame. It overwhelmed you. Took you over. And you had that title for what, a week? But you claim to be in some sort of "league" that I wasn't in at the time. Please Kalis, you had the shortest title reign of anyone in this place, besides maybe Jason Royce. Is that the title you want to be remembered for having?