Post by Marc Polo on Nov 30, 2011 0:19:54 GMT -3
Today, Polo felt cutting a promo in his limousine, which is on its way to a viewing party for international championship wrestling’s first pay-per-view, which is he also headlining. As the lot of you know, Polo is indeed an attention-whore and fancies recognition from his peers. Especially now that he’s gathered himself quite the following. An incredible feat considering his affiliation with President Logan and Patrick Steel, two of the most hated men in all of professional wrestling.
Nonetheless who could hate Polo, the current television champion? Definitely not the people chasing his limousine with cameras, signs and pads of paper with pens in their hands; also known as the paparazzi and diehards. Moments before, he told the driver to slowly pass by a theater where their having a preview for The Muppets. All of Jason Segels’ attention left to follow the weapon of mass destruction, Marc Polo.
“You see this madness? Everyone loves me. They all want Marc Polo inside them. Because I’m a man. I do what I say. I told all these haters and doubters I’d become TV Champion. I manhandled both goofy TJ and that Chalupa Vega like the weaklings they are. See, I have the mindset of a winner. I’m skillful and everlasting, baby. And again, it’s like these fuckers love me like a catchy pop song. They want me to rinse and repeat. They want to hear that chorus, baby. So, Hanson and all you other ni**as, blast this shit coz I’m finna blast you.
In mathematical terms, I am greater than you. It doesn’t take an educated guess to figure this out. This is something people naturally understand. Look at these people. All these people that talk about me like I’m Jesus. They quote me and cherish what I say because its words are wisdom. I am wisdom. As proven, I know where to hit you and how to hit you. You can’t sleep at night? Get in the ring with me and I’ll put you in a coma. That’ll help you rest. Coz clearly you little bitches need some sleep. Trying to talk to me about “I was robbed!” or “It’s gonna take you everything to take me out!” and “Marc Polo, you’re an ass-kisser!” What kind of bullshit is this? These aren’t points. This doesn’t tell the fans anything. I now know you little fuckers got no strategy and are cowering. Because you know I got a plan. I got focus. I will terminate you, because this is what I was born to do, to be: a world eliminator.
And it just so happens they give gold belts to guys like me. Yippie.
Noah, be in denial all you want. That little Chihuahua Vega outwrestled you because you’re terrible. Sure, you can construct a thought better than most of these illiterate douches, but in-ring, you’re utterly worthless. And in comparison with me, you won’t be whining next week. You’ll be crying. Tearing up because Marc Polo took your inane arguments and suffocated you with them. People die from stupidity everyday. They don’t know how to play the game. Look at who I’ve defeated. Two of these jesters have already been knelt. Must I humiliate the rest of you, too? Because you’re the only fuckers employed in ICW. You’re the only competition I have. And this makes me laugh. Seriously, after I claim the iron throne, what the fuck’s next? Do I just keep whipping all your candy asses until you take your ball and go home?
Hilarious. You’re all quite the dreamers. Thinking you gonna amount to something. Jesus, this is pitiful. “It’s gonna take everything from you, Polo!” My gut is about to explode from all this absurdity. It’s gonna take me everything, will it? Watch it take nothing. That’s right, I just took a big shit on your non-existent talent. Because I’m not going to sell any of you idiots today. I don’t give a damn if it’s bad for business. You all want to pretend your on my level when in fact you’re nothing more than fluff for me to rest my ass on. No one is moving this giant. Yall just a bunch of midgets running around like headless chickens, afraid my twelve size foot will crush your hollow head. And you should be afraid, because I’m a beast. Nothing short of it.
As far as this “ass-kissing” business goes, fact is President Logan is respectable. The lot of you toss away ‘respect’ for people who own your asses in ring. Which I’m guessing all you useless turds will be respecting me after I whip your candy asses and force you to swallow your unfulfilled promises of becoming World Champion, but nevertheless, President Logan respects me because a, I make him dough, and b, any task he gives me is met with an extra bonus because I’m committed. I won’t stop until that promise is fulfilled. It’s why I’ll be declared the world’s champion. There’s not a chance any of you will defeat me because your priorities are unparallel to my own. You worry about dumb shit. You also lie, like Noah Hanson. You can’t accept defeat. You make excuses. Is that what a World Champion does? He justifies his poorness? No, he fucking takes it like a man and does whatever it takes to improve. You all should take your loses as lessons instead of ‘bad days’. If so, you’ll only have bad days from here on out.
I apologize, Logan, for making your talent look like complete fools. I understand it’ll only make it that much harder for your marketing team to promote them as something credible, but honestly. Don’t even bother. All professional wrestling fans know Marc Polo is simply unconquerable. The bets around the net indicate most are rooting for me to win because none of these jokers can handle my ruthlessness, my lust for blood, or how hurtful my hands feel when denting their faces. I turn pretty things into ugly garbage. The lot of you for now may be still considered good to some, but when the dust settles, you’ll be dumped and rejected like a pimple faced teenage whimpy bitch boy. These fans are nearly on my side. They all want something intelligent and powerful as their champion. Someone who will not let them down, who will not give up.
And I am just that. That’s the difference.”
As this ride comes to a conclusion, Polo smiles a shark-tooth smile before turning his head to the driver who has opened the door for him, introducing Polo to a thrilled crowd begging for his autograph and such. If he has this much love today, imagine the aftermath of his pay-per-view victory.
Nonetheless who could hate Polo, the current television champion? Definitely not the people chasing his limousine with cameras, signs and pads of paper with pens in their hands; also known as the paparazzi and diehards. Moments before, he told the driver to slowly pass by a theater where their having a preview for The Muppets. All of Jason Segels’ attention left to follow the weapon of mass destruction, Marc Polo.
“You see this madness? Everyone loves me. They all want Marc Polo inside them. Because I’m a man. I do what I say. I told all these haters and doubters I’d become TV Champion. I manhandled both goofy TJ and that Chalupa Vega like the weaklings they are. See, I have the mindset of a winner. I’m skillful and everlasting, baby. And again, it’s like these fuckers love me like a catchy pop song. They want me to rinse and repeat. They want to hear that chorus, baby. So, Hanson and all you other ni**as, blast this shit coz I’m finna blast you.
In mathematical terms, I am greater than you. It doesn’t take an educated guess to figure this out. This is something people naturally understand. Look at these people. All these people that talk about me like I’m Jesus. They quote me and cherish what I say because its words are wisdom. I am wisdom. As proven, I know where to hit you and how to hit you. You can’t sleep at night? Get in the ring with me and I’ll put you in a coma. That’ll help you rest. Coz clearly you little bitches need some sleep. Trying to talk to me about “I was robbed!” or “It’s gonna take you everything to take me out!” and “Marc Polo, you’re an ass-kisser!” What kind of bullshit is this? These aren’t points. This doesn’t tell the fans anything. I now know you little fuckers got no strategy and are cowering. Because you know I got a plan. I got focus. I will terminate you, because this is what I was born to do, to be: a world eliminator.
And it just so happens they give gold belts to guys like me. Yippie.
Noah, be in denial all you want. That little Chihuahua Vega outwrestled you because you’re terrible. Sure, you can construct a thought better than most of these illiterate douches, but in-ring, you’re utterly worthless. And in comparison with me, you won’t be whining next week. You’ll be crying. Tearing up because Marc Polo took your inane arguments and suffocated you with them. People die from stupidity everyday. They don’t know how to play the game. Look at who I’ve defeated. Two of these jesters have already been knelt. Must I humiliate the rest of you, too? Because you’re the only fuckers employed in ICW. You’re the only competition I have. And this makes me laugh. Seriously, after I claim the iron throne, what the fuck’s next? Do I just keep whipping all your candy asses until you take your ball and go home?
Hilarious. You’re all quite the dreamers. Thinking you gonna amount to something. Jesus, this is pitiful. “It’s gonna take everything from you, Polo!” My gut is about to explode from all this absurdity. It’s gonna take me everything, will it? Watch it take nothing. That’s right, I just took a big shit on your non-existent talent. Because I’m not going to sell any of you idiots today. I don’t give a damn if it’s bad for business. You all want to pretend your on my level when in fact you’re nothing more than fluff for me to rest my ass on. No one is moving this giant. Yall just a bunch of midgets running around like headless chickens, afraid my twelve size foot will crush your hollow head. And you should be afraid, because I’m a beast. Nothing short of it.
As far as this “ass-kissing” business goes, fact is President Logan is respectable. The lot of you toss away ‘respect’ for people who own your asses in ring. Which I’m guessing all you useless turds will be respecting me after I whip your candy asses and force you to swallow your unfulfilled promises of becoming World Champion, but nevertheless, President Logan respects me because a, I make him dough, and b, any task he gives me is met with an extra bonus because I’m committed. I won’t stop until that promise is fulfilled. It’s why I’ll be declared the world’s champion. There’s not a chance any of you will defeat me because your priorities are unparallel to my own. You worry about dumb shit. You also lie, like Noah Hanson. You can’t accept defeat. You make excuses. Is that what a World Champion does? He justifies his poorness? No, he fucking takes it like a man and does whatever it takes to improve. You all should take your loses as lessons instead of ‘bad days’. If so, you’ll only have bad days from here on out.
I apologize, Logan, for making your talent look like complete fools. I understand it’ll only make it that much harder for your marketing team to promote them as something credible, but honestly. Don’t even bother. All professional wrestling fans know Marc Polo is simply unconquerable. The bets around the net indicate most are rooting for me to win because none of these jokers can handle my ruthlessness, my lust for blood, or how hurtful my hands feel when denting their faces. I turn pretty things into ugly garbage. The lot of you for now may be still considered good to some, but when the dust settles, you’ll be dumped and rejected like a pimple faced teenage whimpy bitch boy. These fans are nearly on my side. They all want something intelligent and powerful as their champion. Someone who will not let them down, who will not give up.
And I am just that. That’s the difference.”
As this ride comes to a conclusion, Polo smiles a shark-tooth smile before turning his head to the driver who has opened the door for him, introducing Polo to a thrilled crowd begging for his autograph and such. If he has this much love today, imagine the aftermath of his pay-per-view victory.
