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Supercard Roleplays / Re: LJ v BULLDOG v CARTER v ARTIE v GUY W/CAPE v TEDDY - KING MATCH
« on: May 29, 2024, 04:37:20 PM »[ It comes out to 4961 words according to google docs. Best of luck everyone! ]
HUZZAH! HUZZAH! HUZZAH!
The chant was ringing out from down the stairs. Loud as could be. Calvin rolled over and looked at the alarm clock:
6:15 AM.
Why in the hell was there so much commotion going on that early? It was the summer hours. His kids weren’t up then. Or at least they shouldn’t have been. It was always a damn struggle to get them out of bed to begin with. If they were up this willingly, there was an issue.
He looked over to the right of him. Alessandra was out cold. Not even so much as the slightest movement from her despite that chant getting louder. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed the blanket and tossed it off his body. Sliding his feet inside of his bedside slippers.
Before opening the bedroom door and peaking down the hall. Both doors to his kids rooms were shut. Yet the commotion from downstairs was still going on and getting louder. Something wasn’t right. Something was very much off. Calvin went ahead and journeyed down the stairs.
Finding himself rounding the living room corner once down the steps. As soon as he laid eyes on where the commotion was coming from. The most heavy annoyed sigh that he could muster up escaped his lips. In his living room pacing back and forth chanting to himself was the one they called GUY.
His chanting continued not for even a second realizing that Calvin was standing there.
[ G U Y ] -- Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!
[ C A L V I N ] -- Guy.
[ G U Y ] -- Huzzah! I’m the King! Huzzah!
[ C A L V I N ] -- Guy!
[ G U Y ] -- I’m the King! Huzzah! I’m the King!
[ C A L V I N ] -- FUCKING GUY!
The shouting at the top of his lungs did the trick. It stopped Guy in mid stride and mid chant. Causing him to turn his attention over to the very annoyed looking Calvin. A major grin crossed his lips.
[ G U Y ] -- Hola amigo!
[ C A L V I N ] -- I have just one question. What the hell are you doing in my house at six in the goddamn morning?! I don’t want you here at all. But I damn sure don’t want you here this early.
[ G U Y ] -- Psht! You don’t mean that!
[ C A L V I N ] -- Oh but I do!
[ G U Y ] -- Nahhhhhhhhhh! You’re just joshing me. Your bestest friend in the whole wide world!
With that wide smirk. He took a couple of steps towards Calvin giving him a playful slap on his shoulder. Of course the glare in Calvin’s eyes said all it needed to. Right away Guy put his phone right in Calvin’s face in a display of proudness.
[ G U Y ] -- If you can’t tell. I’m very excited and couldn’t wait to share the news. After over a year long wait Christian and all of Sin City Wrestling decided to do what was right. They right their wrongs and announced me King for the Day.
[ C A L V I N ] -- What?
[ G U Y ] -- I know right?! Guy was very surprised at first. However he is very thrilled to see that they saw the errors of their ways! So many royal ideas are coming in. Guy is going to make SCW Great Again!
[ C A L V I N ] -- Let me see this shit.
Following his statement. Calvin yanked the phone from Guy’s hand and paid attention to the twitter post that shined on his phone. Once again a sigh overcame him. Shaking his head a bit before looking at Guy.
[ C A L V I N ] -- Hey dumbass! They didn’t name you King.
[ G U Y ] -- It’s fine to be a hater Calvin. Jealous people exist and I know you want to be King too, but this isn’t your time. I’ll make you my court jester though. You’ll be part of my royal family.
[ C A L V I N ] -- First of all. Fuck you. I’m no one’s court jester. Not going to make me sound like a clown. Second of all, you’re never going to be someone I’m jealous of... like ever. And finally, no. You were not named King. It says Christian is putting you in the King For A Day Ladder match. Much much different than actually naming you, King.
[ G U Y ] -- Oh... uh....
Taking a better look at his phone now. The concern and immediate regret started to shine through in his eyes. Finally bringing himself to look back up from the phone.
[ G U Y ] -- What is Guy going to do?!
[ C A L V I N ] -- I have no idea what you’re going to do. Way I see it. That’s not my problem or my ordeal to be dealing with. But at this moment. You need to get on down the road. Cause I’m going back to bed.
[ G U Y ] -- Bed?! How could you sleep during a time like this?! When you know Guy needs you the most?!
[ C A L V I N ] -- You clearly don’t understand english. I just said this has got nothing to do with me. You’re the one that got yourself into this mess. You need to be the one to get yourself out of this mess.
Calvin turned to walk away from the painted weirdo. Before he could go too far. He felt Guy literally attach himself on his leg. Both hands and trying to hold him in place.
[ C A L V I N ] -- Dude get off me!
[ G U Y ] -- Pleeeaaassseee! Pleeeeeeaaaaasssseeee! You gotta help Guy! You gotta!
[ C A L V I N ] -- Help?! How in the hell am I going to help?! I’m not in the match and I’m retired. This is all on you. Figure it out!
[ G U Y ] -- Train Guy! Yeah train Guy! Show him those skills. He’ll be able to go into a ladder match and take the crown that’s rightfully his!
[ C A L V I N ] -- Train you?! I can’t train you or teach you how to fall off a ladder. That’s something that just happens. If you don’t have it in you. Pull out from the match. Tell Christian you misunderstood. It’s probably best. Sounds like you’d get your ass handed to you.
The bickering back and forth between the two continued for a second or two longer. Guy sounded desperate. Calvin sounded against the idea. It didn’t seem like it was going to go anywhere. Then all of the sudden a voice broke their bickering:
“Dad? Uncle Guy?”
As those words were spoken both turned their attention to where the voice had come from. Standing there in their PJs was Calvin’s son Oliver aka Ollie. He rubbed his eyes a little bit still looking rather sleepy as he stared back at them.
[ C A L V I N ] -- Oh hey buddy! Sorry we were too loud and woke you up. Go back to bed. Still plenty of time to sleep in.
[ OLLIE ] -- Dad. You have to help.
[ C A L V I N ] -- Huh?
[ OLLIE ] -- You have to help Uncle Guy. He asked nicely!
[ G U Y ] -- Huzzah! See the boy knows!
Right away Guy let go of Calvin’s leg and rushed over to the child. Picking him up with excitement. Holding him on his shoulders.
[ C A L V I N ] -- Ollie. It’s not so...
[ OLLIE ] -- Come on Dad. Please help him. Please!
[ G U Y ] -- Pleeeeeeeeaaaaassseee!
Ollie looked back at his dad with those innocent child features. Guy had this massive grin spread across his face. Of course this wasn’t going to end well for Calvin. He found himself rolling his eyes with another heavy sigh escaping his lips.
[ C A L V I N ] -- Ugh! Fine! I’ll help!
[ G U Y ] -- Huzzah!
[ OLLIE ] -- Yaaaaaaayyyy!
Right away Guy held out his hand to the young boy. Ollie slammed his tiny hand against it for a high five. Their celebration continued all while Calvin stood there rubbing his temples. This was going to be the most frustrating and most confusing time. It wasn’t going to go smoothly. But here goes nothing...
In the middle of the ring stood Calvin. He was wearing his decked out in his traditional work out gear. It consisted of nothing more than a t-shirt and a pair of black shorts. Along with the proper wrestling shoes to support his ankles inside the ring. He looked down at his smartwatch and huffed.
“Ten! I told this motherfucker ten on the dot!”
Clearly frustrated by the time and no sign of Guy. Especially considering how his day started and the fact that Guy used his son to sucker him into this whole situation. Then all of the sudden he could hear the massive sliding metal door being pulled up. Looking over to see Guy rolling in with a shopping cart.
Inside that cart were all types of ladders. From metal to wooden. Some with two sides to them to stand it up right. Others that were only to be used if it was leaned up properly. Calvin felt an instant amount of regret consuming him as he watched Guy walk closer with a smirk.
[ C A L V I N ] -- You know you’re late right?!
[ G U Y ] -- Time flies when you’re having fun!
[ C A L V I N ] -- Having fun with what? A buy one get six free at Home Depot?!
[ G U Y ] -- Something like that!
He pushed the cart right up to the ringside area before gripping the middle rope and pulling himself up onto the apron before climbing into the ring. Calvin took one look at him. Once again starting to shake his head. It was clear he was disappointed.
[ G U Y ] -- What now Mr. Grumpy?! Geez louise!
[ C A L V I N ] -- You’re not taking this seriously. I tell you I didn’t want to do this. I wanted no part of this. You rope my kid into roping me into this thing. I tell you to meet me here at ten am. I’ve got a class at noon. You’re late. Then you walk in here with ladders....
[ G U Y ] -- That is crucial to the training. Might Guy go ahead and add before you get too far ahead of yourself!
[ C A L V I N ] -- Not really. I already told your dumbass I can’t teach you how to fall off a ladder.
[ G U Y ] -- But you can teach Guy how to climb one!
[ C A L V I N ] -- Why would I need to teach you how to...
He found himself stopping himself. Taking a second to breathe in deep. Rubbing those temples of his for reduced stress. This was turning into everything he knew it would be. And even though that was the case he still couldn’t control the frustration it was causing him.
[ C A L V I N ] -- Then when you get here. You’re not even work out attire. Shirtless. A cape. And sandals. Are you ever going to take this even a little bit serious?!
[ G U Y ] -- Uh sir! Guy does take this serious. Super super serious! They say it’s better to wrestle in sandals than it is to be barefooted.
[ C A L V I N ] -- Or just get boots! Sneakers. Freaking anything that isn’t sandals. Oh my god dude. You’re going to cause me to have a brain aneurysm.
[ G U Y ] -- Guy totally calls dibs on your hot wife if you join the afterlife.
[ C A L V I N ] -- You son of...
[ G U Y ] -- I’m kidding! Gosh! Lighten up the buttercup!
He nudged the shoulder of Calvin. Although it wasn’t doing him any favors at all.
[ G U Y ] -- So what’s the first thing you’re going to show Guy?!
[ C A L V I N ] -- Do you have any true wrestling knowledge at all? Do you know any basic fundamentals? From rolls. To bumps. Do you even know how to lock up?! I’ve got to know what the hell I’m working with here.
[ G U Y ] -- Of course Guy knows how to luck up! The most professional of professional wrestlers is who you are talking to right now.
[ C A L V I N ] -- Alright show me your best lock up.
Following those words, Calvin created a little bit of space between them. Taking a proper stance with his arms up. Guy on the other hand didn’t move. He just looked back at Calvin, the most confused look on his expression. That wasn’t a good sign.
[ C A L V I N ] -- Come on. Show me your best lock up.
[ G U Y ] -- How? Guy doesn’t have a lock on him right now.
[ C A L V I N ] -- Oh my god.
[ G U Y ] -- What?! I don’t!
[ C A L V I N ] -- You’re fucked. You are so incredibly fucked it’s not even funny.
[ G U Y ] -- Nahhhh! That’s why you agreed to help Guy!
[ C A L V I N ] -- I can’t help you if you don’t know ANYTHING about WRESTLING you moron!
[ G U Y ] -- I know stuff!
[ C A L V I N ] -- Not anything useful to get you through a match!
The vein in the middle of Calvin’s forehead look like it was going to burst at any second with how annoyed he was by the situation at hand.
[ G U Y ] -- Honestly. Guy might have a solution after all. It came to me when I was collecting the ladders.
[ C A L V I N ] -- I hope the next words out of your mouth is you’re going to take my advice and pull from the match. Please tell me that’s why they are.
[ G U Y ] -- Psht Mama Guy didn’t raise no bitch.
[ C A L V I N ] -- Oh god. This is going to get worse before it gets better.
[ G U Y ] -- What if Guy waits till everyone is on a ladder right? All fighting for Guy’s crown. Then when they least expect it. I toss in a C4. Blow up all the ladders. They all fall down. THEN! Guy climbs his own ladder and takes the crown. No wrestling involved.
[ C A L V I N ] -- Did you... did you really just suggest using some type of bomb when you’re going to be competing on a Battleship in Hawaii where Pearl Harbor took place?!
[ G U Y ] -- What’s Pearl Harbor?!
[ C A L V I N ] -- Okaaaaaaaaaaay! Just grab one of those stupid ladders!
Guy with that same stupid grin plastered across his lips. He slid right out of the ring and grabbed a ladder out of the cart he had walked in. Sliding it into the ring and climbing back inside it. Calvin grabbed the ladder and unfolded it. Setting it up right in the middle of the ring.
[ C A L V I N ] -- The only thing I can tell you. Because I don’t even think you’re going to get this far. But when you get a ladder in the ring. It has to be square in the middle of the ring before you can...
Before the man had a chance to finish his statement. There was a bunch of angry chatter coming from where the door was that Guy came in. Both men looked over to see seven. Yes SEVEN police officers stormed inside the building. Calvin’s eyes narrowed as he glared at Guy.
[ C A L V I N ] -- What the hell did you do?!
[ G U Y ] -- Guy was going to return them when we were done!
[ C A L V I N ] -- Return what?!
[ OFFICE DOE ] -- Gentlemen! Step away from the ladders and put your hands on your head!
[ G U Y ] -- Can’t go to jail. Guy has a crown to win!
As soon as those words escaped his mouth. Guy dove out of the ring and started to hightail it towards the back of the building.
[ OFFICE DOE ] -- Go get him!
Four out of the seven officers began to chase off in the direction Guy had ran. Once again leaving Calvin in a mess, just like he was doing some several months ago. Red in the face from frustration Calvin just put his hands up and dropped to his knees in the ring.
[ C A L V I N ] -- I’m going to fuck him up!
By that time two of the officers had climbed into the ring and had put Calvin’s hands behind his back. Before securing them into handcuffs. Guiding him back to his feet and then rolling him out of the ring. All he could think at this moment is why the hell would SCW ever give Guy a chance at anything!
“Huzzah! My minions of the royal Guy Kingdom! Welcome aboard the SS Guyanic.”
--
“It is I. Your King Guy. I have come here today with a message. A message that is aimed at those who threaten my crown. Those that threaten my Kingdom and the people I serve as well as protect. To those that think they’re going to take over as my Kingdom’s King.
Peasants named: Miles Kasey Jr, Teddy the Warden, Bulldog Bill, Arthur, and ‘The Power Bottom’ Carter. It is mind boggling. It is disrespectful. It is out of line for any of you to try and threaten my crown. To which he cannot blame you fully for this.
The Holy Christian clearly made a valuable mistake in putting my crown on the line in this shifty and shady ladder match. But you still think you can take it from me. That’s a no no. You see Guy is a man of honor, a man of dignity, a man of respect, and a man of combat. I will fight till no end to keep my crown!”
--
“Let’s start with you, Bulldog Bill. Guy is not quite sure how a house pet has made it into this match. Last time I checked in most states. There are leash laws. Meaning you can’t just run free. You need to be on a leash at all times. To keep you in check. To keep you from going rogue. To keep the public safe.
And seeing as Guy is the King. It’s my job to keep my minions inside the Guy Kingdom safe. Keep them safe from a rabid Bulldog roaming around. I am currently in the process of drawing up paperwork to make sure your owner Bea is served. She can pay Guy the monies for making such a mistake.
However, it doesn’t change the fact. You little puppy dog are still in this match. I personally don’t know how the Holy Christian even allowed that. You don’t have thumbs. You have paws. Doggos can’t grip things because they have paws. So how in da heck are you going to climb a ladder?!
Seems like you’re at an unfair advantage. However, that's not the bigger issue. Oh no, the bigger issue is that this is animal cruelty. This is a situation where Guy should call PETA on all of Sin City Wrestling. For years they have allowed you to compete in matches.
And for years people have had to watch wrestlers beat you down. Bloody you up. Put you in the worst possible positions involving Dog Collar matches. Clearly your owner Bea doesn’t love you. She doesn’t protect you like a dog owner should. All while this company is supporting animal cruelty.
This is a sad-sad situation. Even more so considering they have put you in a match for my crown. A crown you’d just treat like a dog toy. It would have no real purpose to you. So, in this situation Guy has to be a hero. Guy is going to contact the local pound here in Hawaii.
Have them meet us right here on Sunday before the event begins. Allow them to take you from your horrible owner so they can find you a new home. A new owner and maybe even a family to love on. You deserve happiness Bulldog Bill. It’s just not going to come at the expense of my crown!”
--
“Miles Kasey Jr! Little do you know that Guy has a personal vendetta against you. Well more so a personal vendetta against your father. You see my bestest friend in the entire world. An icon. A legend. A certified SCW Hall of Famer was having a comeback to the wrestling business.
A comeback that was going to be talked about for years and years to come. However, that comeback was cut short. Very very premature. All thanks to your father snapping his ankle. My best friend had to go away, he had to go have surgery, and ever since then has decided to retire.
It’s sad news because Guy knows that Calvin has so much to still offer to the wrestling business. Because your father has taken my friend’s smile away and his passiona way for this. When the two of us step into the ring on Sunday. Guy is going to have to take your smile away. May even have to break your ankle.
Normally, Guy is very peaceful. He’s a very loving man. He’s a man about giving everyone the benefit of the doubt, but this has to be personal. After all, how dare you get these opportunities you’ve been given?! Why do you get to compete in Blast From the Past?
Why do you get to compete in a Battle Royal for a shot at the most golden and most prestigious championship in all of Guy Kingdom?! Why do you get to compete for My Crown?! What makes you so special Miles Jr?! The way Guy sees it. This is all being handed to you.
All because of who your pawpaw is. A man that has been proven to be an unsafe wrestler after hurting my bestest friend! This is not something that can be unpunished and not something that Guy can allow. If that makes him an unruly King in the eyes of his minions then so be it.
Family is everything. Calvin is my family. Just like your father is your family Miles Jr. Maybe one day we can come together and put all of this behind us. But for now... for now that will not happen. The moment Guy sees you at Into The Void. It’s how the kids say... on sight, my dude!”
--
“Huzzah! A fellow King in the fan-fiction world. Arthur. Guy has read many books about you over the years. So many of those books have painted you to be just the most god awful human being. Certainly an unruly King. One that has no love. One that had no respect. One that thrived off fear.
But that’s the wonderful world of fan-fiction. People put all kinds of words to paper to tell a story. It doesn’t mean any of it is true. And from what Guy has personally seen these last few weeks. You are anything but these things that I’ve heard about you.
You’re not a strong man. You’re very scrawny. Very small. Very meek. To the surprise that Guy does not know how you lasted as long as you did in the Blast From The Past tournament. Kudos for doing so, it’s just very surprising is all.
You aren’t out spoken. You’re not over opinionated. You don’t state how you feel or stand on business as Guy has heard the kids say. You tend to barely say anything at all. Instead you let your very big boned wife speak for you. Now I respect a man that stands behind his woman.
If only Calvin would let me stand behind his wife Alessandra. Giggity! Nevertheless, I respect it. I respect what Bobbie has accomplished in her career in Guy Kingdom but... it sounds like she’s more of a King than you are. Maybe she’s the true royalty in that household.
Again there is nothing wrong with that. Nothing wrong with standing behind the more successful person. However, Arthur if you think you’re going to come into Guy Kingdom and if you think you’re going to rule my minions. You got another thing coming. My minions aren’t going to listen to you.
They damn sure aren’t going to respect you. I am their leader. I am the one that provides. I am the true King here. They know it and will never abandon me. But more than anything. If you can’t find your royal jewels and stand on your own two feet. Then you will never be what you inspire to be.
In fact Arthur. Guy has played this image in his head time and time again since I found out you were competing for my crown. It’s you and your tiny little self. Trying to climb that ladder. Finally getting to the top. Just for Guy to meet you there. Grab those fraile hands and toss you off. Poetically saying:
Long Live The King! Before your body crashes and burns to the mat below. Understand though Arthur. It isn’t meant to be personal. In your fake kingdom. In your fan-fiction world. You would do the same thing. You have a duty to protect your people. That’s what Guy is doing. My crown stays where it belongs!”
--
“Teddy the Warden. Aren’t you supposed to be overseeing all the bad people in Guy Kingdom? All the people that get locked up? All the people Guy deems inappropriate? All the degenerates deserve to be behind bars... which even includes my best friend for stealing ladders apparently.
Anywho. That is your job. Why da heck are you coming out of nowhere competing? Why da heck are you trying to win championships? Why da heck are you trying to have Guy’s crown? These are important questions that Guy must know the answer to.
You are paid very handsomely as the Warden. Three kit-kats a day is amazing money for the quality of work that you possess. But clearly you don’t think so. You're on an ego trip and you want to come out of nowhere. Try to be a sneaky little thing and blindside people.
Nah-nah. That’s not happening on Guy’s watch. No sir. As the King of this place. I need to put you in your place. I need to check you. I need you to understand that there is no place for egos like you. You can’t be a wishy-washy person either. Come and go as you please.
Be here for one match. Disappear for months. Be here for another. All when it has something on the line. That’s pathetic and foolish. You might think that's how this works. You might think you're good. You might think you get to do what you want. You might think that being the Warden gives you extra perks.
It does not! And just like on Climax Control a few weeks back. You’re going to leave Into The Void empty handed. You won’t get your donut eating paws on my crown. You won’t ever get a chance to serve my people as a King. At this point you’re proving to be more of a Criminal than a Warden.
Maybe you need to be tossed behind the bars when this is all said and done. However, the one thing I do know is you will never be the King. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not next week or next month. Not next year. Never. Never. Never. Understand those words!”
--
“And finally we come to you. We come to the ‘Power Bottom’ Carter. Some would say that you’re the biggest threat to my crown. Some would even say you’re guaranteed to win. Yes, indeed. Many would say that you’re better than Guy in many-many ways.
As foolish as people might think Guy is. He knows a thing or two. Sure, you’re a better wrestler than Guy. You’ve been around here longer than Guy. You’ve shown that you can be a good hand to rely on and put on matches that people are going to talk about for a long time.
Heck, you were even the second person and technically the last person to ever beat the so-called ‘Great’ Michael Harris. Big ol’ douchebag Michael. Good for you. Very good indeed. But allow Guy to ask you a question. Allow Guy to dig into that brain of yours ‘Power Bottom’ Carter.
What did the win mean? Did it propel you towards the World Championship? Did it make you a Main Event player in Guy Kingdom? Did it make everyone see you as what you desire to have them see you as a great wrestler and someone that can be at the top?
The answer is no to all of those things. It may have got you a shot at the World Title. You lost it. It may have put you in a few main events. But you’re expendable. People may see you as a great wrestler, but they don’t see you as someone that will ever be at the top.
For crying out loud. It’s in your name: Bottom. Bottom is where you will forever be because you aren’t focused. You care more about talking about your sexuality. It’s twenty two four. No one cares whether your gay, bisexual, or straight. Everyone is loved the same.
But you obsess over that instead of obsessing about capitalizing on the situations you are in. Instead of taking a big win and doing something with it. Instead of reaching out and grabbing the brass ring. You are the reason you’re not successful, Carter. You’ve always been the reason.
This isn’t meant to be a bash session. Guy respects you, Carter. He likes you. He thinks you're great, but it’s time someone tells you the truth. You have failed because you have allowed yourself to fail. And this time you have to fail one more time.
Guy cannot allow someone to be King of his kingdom when the crown will mean nothing to you. You’ll have it and do nothing with it. You won’t capitalize and most of all you won’t be the leader the minions need. Again this isn’t meant to bash or disrespect.
It isn’t meant to make you feel bad about yourself. It isn’t meant to make you feel any other way. All Guy is doing is speaking from the heart. Telling the truth. In hopes that it will make you open your eyes. Because right now Carter. You don’t have it in you to be a success!”
--
“This is where Guy belongs! This is my Crown. This is my Kingdom!”
--
“It is I. Your King Guy. I have come here today with a message. A message that is aimed at those who threaten my crown. Those that threaten my Kingdom and the people I serve as well as protect. To those that think they’re going to take over as my Kingdom’s King.
Peasants named: Miles Kasey Jr, Teddy the Warden, Bulldog Bill, Arthur, and ‘The Power Bottom’ Carter. It is mind boggling. It is disrespectful. It is out of line for any of you to try and threaten my crown. To which he cannot blame you fully for this.
The Holy Christian clearly made a valuable mistake in putting my crown on the line in this shifty and shady ladder match. But you still think you can take it from me. That’s a no no. You see Guy is a man of honor, a man of dignity, a man of respect, and a man of combat. I will fight till no end to keep my crown!”
--
“Let’s start with you, Bulldog Bill. Guy is not quite sure how a house pet has made it into this match. Last time I checked in most states. There are leash laws. Meaning you can’t just run free. You need to be on a leash at all times. To keep you in check. To keep you from going rogue. To keep the public safe.
And seeing as Guy is the King. It’s my job to keep my minions inside the Guy Kingdom safe. Keep them safe from a rabid Bulldog roaming around. I am currently in the process of drawing up paperwork to make sure your owner Bea is served. She can pay Guy the monies for making such a mistake.
However, it doesn’t change the fact. You little puppy dog are still in this match. I personally don’t know how the Holy Christian even allowed that. You don’t have thumbs. You have paws. Doggos can’t grip things because they have paws. So how in da heck are you going to climb a ladder?!
Seems like you’re at an unfair advantage. However, that's not the bigger issue. Oh no, the bigger issue is that this is animal cruelty. This is a situation where Guy should call PETA on all of Sin City Wrestling. For years they have allowed you to compete in matches.
And for years people have had to watch wrestlers beat you down. Bloody you up. Put you in the worst possible positions involving Dog Collar matches. Clearly your owner Bea doesn’t love you. She doesn’t protect you like a dog owner should. All while this company is supporting animal cruelty.
This is a sad-sad situation. Even more so considering they have put you in a match for my crown. A crown you’d just treat like a dog toy. It would have no real purpose to you. So, in this situation Guy has to be a hero. Guy is going to contact the local pound here in Hawaii.
Have them meet us right here on Sunday before the event begins. Allow them to take you from your horrible owner so they can find you a new home. A new owner and maybe even a family to love on. You deserve happiness Bulldog Bill. It’s just not going to come at the expense of my crown!”
--
“Miles Kasey Jr! Little do you know that Guy has a personal vendetta against you. Well more so a personal vendetta against your father. You see my bestest friend in the entire world. An icon. A legend. A certified SCW Hall of Famer was having a comeback to the wrestling business.
A comeback that was going to be talked about for years and years to come. However, that comeback was cut short. Very very premature. All thanks to your father snapping his ankle. My best friend had to go away, he had to go have surgery, and ever since then has decided to retire.
It’s sad news because Guy knows that Calvin has so much to still offer to the wrestling business. Because your father has taken my friend’s smile away and his passiona way for this. When the two of us step into the ring on Sunday. Guy is going to have to take your smile away. May even have to break your ankle.
Normally, Guy is very peaceful. He’s a very loving man. He’s a man about giving everyone the benefit of the doubt, but this has to be personal. After all, how dare you get these opportunities you’ve been given?! Why do you get to compete in Blast From the Past?
Why do you get to compete in a Battle Royal for a shot at the most golden and most prestigious championship in all of Guy Kingdom?! Why do you get to compete for My Crown?! What makes you so special Miles Jr?! The way Guy sees it. This is all being handed to you.
All because of who your pawpaw is. A man that has been proven to be an unsafe wrestler after hurting my bestest friend! This is not something that can be unpunished and not something that Guy can allow. If that makes him an unruly King in the eyes of his minions then so be it.
Family is everything. Calvin is my family. Just like your father is your family Miles Jr. Maybe one day we can come together and put all of this behind us. But for now... for now that will not happen. The moment Guy sees you at Into The Void. It’s how the kids say... on sight, my dude!”
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“Huzzah! A fellow King in the fan-fiction world. Arthur. Guy has read many books about you over the years. So many of those books have painted you to be just the most god awful human being. Certainly an unruly King. One that has no love. One that had no respect. One that thrived off fear.
But that’s the wonderful world of fan-fiction. People put all kinds of words to paper to tell a story. It doesn’t mean any of it is true. And from what Guy has personally seen these last few weeks. You are anything but these things that I’ve heard about you.
You’re not a strong man. You’re very scrawny. Very small. Very meek. To the surprise that Guy does not know how you lasted as long as you did in the Blast From The Past tournament. Kudos for doing so, it’s just very surprising is all.
You aren’t out spoken. You’re not over opinionated. You don’t state how you feel or stand on business as Guy has heard the kids say. You tend to barely say anything at all. Instead you let your very big boned wife speak for you. Now I respect a man that stands behind his woman.
If only Calvin would let me stand behind his wife Alessandra. Giggity! Nevertheless, I respect it. I respect what Bobbie has accomplished in her career in Guy Kingdom but... it sounds like she’s more of a King than you are. Maybe she’s the true royalty in that household.
Again there is nothing wrong with that. Nothing wrong with standing behind the more successful person. However, Arthur if you think you’re going to come into Guy Kingdom and if you think you’re going to rule my minions. You got another thing coming. My minions aren’t going to listen to you.
They damn sure aren’t going to respect you. I am their leader. I am the one that provides. I am the true King here. They know it and will never abandon me. But more than anything. If you can’t find your royal jewels and stand on your own two feet. Then you will never be what you inspire to be.
In fact Arthur. Guy has played this image in his head time and time again since I found out you were competing for my crown. It’s you and your tiny little self. Trying to climb that ladder. Finally getting to the top. Just for Guy to meet you there. Grab those fraile hands and toss you off. Poetically saying:
Long Live The King! Before your body crashes and burns to the mat below. Understand though Arthur. It isn’t meant to be personal. In your fake kingdom. In your fan-fiction world. You would do the same thing. You have a duty to protect your people. That’s what Guy is doing. My crown stays where it belongs!”
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“Teddy the Warden. Aren’t you supposed to be overseeing all the bad people in Guy Kingdom? All the people that get locked up? All the people Guy deems inappropriate? All the degenerates deserve to be behind bars... which even includes my best friend for stealing ladders apparently.
Anywho. That is your job. Why da heck are you coming out of nowhere competing? Why da heck are you trying to win championships? Why da heck are you trying to have Guy’s crown? These are important questions that Guy must know the answer to.
You are paid very handsomely as the Warden. Three kit-kats a day is amazing money for the quality of work that you possess. But clearly you don’t think so. You're on an ego trip and you want to come out of nowhere. Try to be a sneaky little thing and blindside people.
Nah-nah. That’s not happening on Guy’s watch. No sir. As the King of this place. I need to put you in your place. I need to check you. I need you to understand that there is no place for egos like you. You can’t be a wishy-washy person either. Come and go as you please.
Be here for one match. Disappear for months. Be here for another. All when it has something on the line. That’s pathetic and foolish. You might think that's how this works. You might think you're good. You might think you get to do what you want. You might think that being the Warden gives you extra perks.
It does not! And just like on Climax Control a few weeks back. You’re going to leave Into The Void empty handed. You won’t get your donut eating paws on my crown. You won’t ever get a chance to serve my people as a King. At this point you’re proving to be more of a Criminal than a Warden.
Maybe you need to be tossed behind the bars when this is all said and done. However, the one thing I do know is you will never be the King. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not next week or next month. Not next year. Never. Never. Never. Understand those words!”
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“And finally we come to you. We come to the ‘Power Bottom’ Carter. Some would say that you’re the biggest threat to my crown. Some would even say you’re guaranteed to win. Yes, indeed. Many would say that you’re better than Guy in many-many ways.
As foolish as people might think Guy is. He knows a thing or two. Sure, you’re a better wrestler than Guy. You’ve been around here longer than Guy. You’ve shown that you can be a good hand to rely on and put on matches that people are going to talk about for a long time.
Heck, you were even the second person and technically the last person to ever beat the so-called ‘Great’ Michael Harris. Big ol’ douchebag Michael. Good for you. Very good indeed. But allow Guy to ask you a question. Allow Guy to dig into that brain of yours ‘Power Bottom’ Carter.
What did the win mean? Did it propel you towards the World Championship? Did it make you a Main Event player in Guy Kingdom? Did it make everyone see you as what you desire to have them see you as a great wrestler and someone that can be at the top?
The answer is no to all of those things. It may have got you a shot at the World Title. You lost it. It may have put you in a few main events. But you’re expendable. People may see you as a great wrestler, but they don’t see you as someone that will ever be at the top.
For crying out loud. It’s in your name: Bottom. Bottom is where you will forever be because you aren’t focused. You care more about talking about your sexuality. It’s twenty two four. No one cares whether your gay, bisexual, or straight. Everyone is loved the same.
But you obsess over that instead of obsessing about capitalizing on the situations you are in. Instead of taking a big win and doing something with it. Instead of reaching out and grabbing the brass ring. You are the reason you’re not successful, Carter. You’ve always been the reason.
This isn’t meant to be a bash session. Guy respects you, Carter. He likes you. He thinks you're great, but it’s time someone tells you the truth. You have failed because you have allowed yourself to fail. And this time you have to fail one more time.
Guy cannot allow someone to be King of his kingdom when the crown will mean nothing to you. You’ll have it and do nothing with it. You won’t capitalize and most of all you won’t be the leader the minions need. Again this isn’t meant to bash or disrespect.
It isn’t meant to make you feel bad about yourself. It isn’t meant to make you feel any other way. All Guy is doing is speaking from the heart. Telling the truth. In hopes that it will make you open your eyes. Because right now Carter. You don’t have it in you to be a success!”
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“This is where Guy belongs! This is my Crown. This is my Kingdom!”