Post by Camisado on Mar 26, 2008 19:57:39 GMT -5
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¢|Camisado|¢|:.
It's been a short month here in nSw. It's pretty pathetic here. I'm still battered and bruised, and not even back to my top shape. I'm wrestling these matches with an impairment weighing down on me, against these so-called "wrestlers" in their top form.
There is one guy I've noticed that's shined out so far from the rest, but it's not because of his wrestling ability, or even anything he's done inside the ring.. It's been his mouth. This Brandon Davis kid is a character, you know? He really is. He whines about as much as anyone I know, and I've dealt with some terrible whiners. In fact, there's only one man he matches up with, whom anyone who knows a damned thing about the wrestling world should know: Pain.
Pain wasn't always bad. In fact, he is one of the men I owe my success to. He brought me under his wing and helped bring me to glory in FWF, extremely quick.
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Date: Monday, February the Fifteenth, 2006
Time: 10:14 PM
Location: Camisado's Locker Room
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.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
You're not serious, are you? I mean really, you've gotta be shitting me.
Pain does nothing more than simply smirk at the young Camisado's extreme naivity.
.:|x|Pain|x|:.
I've been called a lot of things, but a liar I am not.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
It's just unbelievable. You sure you're not slipping Raevyn the meat?
Pain cringes at the thought of "bumping uglies" with the likes of Raevyn Nocturne. She was a successful woman, having risen to the top of FWF and now having more control than the true Commissioner Mike Farrell, but she was in no way a "piece of ass." She was the furthest thing from it, in fact.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
I know he has. He'd bone anything with legs..
Hell, those are even optional sometimes
.:|x|Pain|x|:.
You can count on it. Rae's not getting that. I like women, if you've yet to notice a slight hint of perversion in me.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
I still don't believe him.
.:|x|Pain|x|:.
But yes, on top of you coming to my side in the WarGames match, saturday night you will be participating in a second match. Yes, your first-ever match inside an FWF ring will be for the Cruiserweight belt.
The twenty year-old Camisado's eyes began to glow with intrigue at how influential Pain must be in this great company to be able to get a match for his new partner, while there was no proof to Miss Nocturne of his skill, no video from his RWE matches with those who would soon be the new wave to help mold FWF into what it is in present day. Pain simply grinned once again, though this grin was more confident and gritty.
.:|x|Pain|x|:.
It's alright, you can kiss my golden feet later.
Camisado looked up to this man like he was a damned god. And why not? This man was, at this point in time, the biggest help in his career, as well as something even more important:
His only friend.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
Damn those were good times. But you know how that goes.. Best of friends til things go sour.. We dominated FWF, along with Hall of Famer Ernest Bethea. We even held every single title between the three of us at one point: Ernest had Hardcore, I had Cruiserweight, Pain had the World Heavyweight, and the two of us shared the tag titles. We were on top of the world, that is, until Pain changed.
He really did change. He began getting cocky, something he vowed never to do when we joined forces. He promised he'd take me to the top. And he did. But he also promised he'd never act like my superior. That he did as well. Even during our matches, he began slacking, forcing me to keep our titles in our possession. It was always just a little irritating, nothing more, until that one day we blew up.
One night, that damn monday night, during the rampage show. Pain blew it. He was busy slacking and I was sick of it. I was getting my ass double-teamed and knocked around without any help from Pain. He was no longer a partner, just an associate. I tagged him in. He took this as me trying to slack off, and he was furious. So furious, in fact, that he went in the ring and simply laid down on the mat. Boy, was the wWo across the ring confused. Bewildered, Gangsta Mak slowly walked across the ring, though Pain was egging him on to come. They were sure it must have been a trap. But after a drawn-out three count, everyone was certain it wasn't. It was really a bit of a culture shock, we had lost our titles. That left shoulder of mine became lonely, nothing to rest upon it.
It was obvious things had began to turn in the wrong direction, especially after Ernest had declared his retirement from the world of wrestling, so I needed to do something to further my career before it was ruined.
I got out. I ended it. I ended the Real Deal, the most powerful team to ever hit FWF, maybe even the entire wrestling world. I won't kid you, we gave some of the greats a run for their money. But at Jealousy 2006, Pain and I met in the finals of the Jealousy tournament, which had ended up being for the Heavyweight Title that Pain had earlier been stripped of for reasons undisclosed to me. You've got to remember we weren't huge talkers at this point in time.
So during our match, I did a few things I had never done before, and have never done since. I pulled some cheap moves. You know, I busted out the low-blows, the eye-gouges, the works. Everything.
And so did he. He always had. I showed him up through, I gave him proof that I was the superior, not he. I walked out champ, and as I walked out, I saw him lying on the ground. So I did something vile and disgusting.
Yet so worth it. I spat right in that bastard's face. I spit and left, left him lying there. A dominant duo ended that night, but another great wrestler arose. And here I stand today. I'm currently rehabbing myself here in nSw, but it's been conveniently fun. I'm having thoughts of staying here for awhile. But if that's the case, the competition's gonna have to pick it up. This brat Brandon Davis just ain't cuttin' it. Throw someone else at your first champ.
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Date: Thursday, March the Twenty-Eighth, 2008
Time: 11:54 PM
Location: Camisado's Locker Room
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Tonight, Camisado was unusually cheerful whilst hanging out with his brother, known to the wrestling world as Cicatrix. Though wrestling was traditionally a winter sport at schools, he had an unmentionable love for the game of basketball. And if there was any one thing out of the city of Louisville that he even remotely cared for anymore, it was the University of Louisville's basketball team.
The reason for his cheer? The team's recent success. Just minutes ago, they finished a 79-60 trouncing of Sweet Sixteen opponent, the University of Tennessee. This huge victory to continue the team's life into the NCAA tournament couldn't make anyone more happier than Camisado was at this moment. There was more cheer in this man's body than could even be imagined by the players who had just won, that's how much he truly cared for this basketball program.
The game had ended well over twelve minutes ago, but over this time, Camisado hadn't ceased his post-game dancing, still roaring strong and enthusiastic.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
Yeah, uh, bro?
Begrudgingly, Camisado stopped his dancing, even despite being caught in mid-pelvic thrust. His response was somewhat rhetorical considering the body language along with the the tone of his voice.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
What.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
Don't you think you should calm down? It's been like fifteen minutes and you're still in your damn dancing routine here. I'm honestly getting kinda bored of it. If you're gonna keep dancing then at least get some new moves, mix it up or something. This shit's getting old.
Plus, UNC will wipe the floors with them on saturday.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
That, my brother, is where you are insanely wrong. In fact, they will be successful even without me watching it, as I will be unable to do so. Cause you know who else is winning saturday night? That's right, the man himself.
Camisado cheekily grinned at his much taller, yet thinner sibling.
.«|Cicatrix|»|:.
You mean Brandon Davis?
It's been well documented that Camisado has never taken any size advantage to any kind of regard. So it's obvious what happens next, with that latest comment hitting a nerve in Camisado's short circuit, right?
Yeah, he swiftly pounced atop his three-years younger brother. If you thought Camisado was a little young to be such an impressive wrestler, at 22, watch out for his 20-year old counterpart.
And despite their wrestling backgrounds and brains, this wasn't wrestling. All this fight was simply rolling around on the floor, arms flailing all the while. A few grunts could be made out as the scene faded.
.¢|Camisado|¢|:.
FUCK!
BRANDON!
DAVIS!
¢|Camisado|¢|:. It's been a short month here in nSw. It's pretty pathetic here. I'm still battered and bruised, and not even back to my top shape. I'm wrestling these matches with an impairment weighing down on me, against these so-called "wrestlers" in their top form.
There is one guy I've noticed that's shined out so far from the rest, but it's not because of his wrestling ability, or even anything he's done inside the ring.. It's been his mouth. This Brandon Davis kid is a character, you know? He really is. He whines about as much as anyone I know, and I've dealt with some terrible whiners. In fact, there's only one man he matches up with, whom anyone who knows a damned thing about the wrestling world should know: Pain.
Pain wasn't always bad. In fact, he is one of the men I owe my success to. He brought me under his wing and helped bring me to glory in FWF, extremely quick.
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Date: Monday, February the Fifteenth, 2006
Time: 10:14 PM
Location: Camisado's Locker Room
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¢|Camisado|¢|:. You're not serious, are you? I mean really, you've gotta be shitting me.
Pain does nothing more than simply smirk at the young Camisado's extreme naivity.
.:|x|Pain|x|:.
I've been called a lot of things, but a liar I am not.
.
¢|Camisado|¢|:. It's just unbelievable. You sure you're not slipping Raevyn the meat?
Pain cringes at the thought of "bumping uglies" with the likes of Raevyn Nocturne. She was a successful woman, having risen to the top of FWF and now having more control than the true Commissioner Mike Farrell, but she was in no way a "piece of ass." She was the furthest thing from it, in fact.
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¢|Camisado|¢|:. I know he has. He'd bone anything with legs..
Hell, those are even optional sometimes
.:|x|Pain|x|:.
You can count on it. Rae's not getting that. I like women, if you've yet to notice a slight hint of perversion in me.
.
¢|Camisado|¢|:. I still don't believe him.
.:|x|Pain|x|:.
But yes, on top of you coming to my side in the WarGames match, saturday night you will be participating in a second match. Yes, your first-ever match inside an FWF ring will be for the Cruiserweight belt.
The twenty year-old Camisado's eyes began to glow with intrigue at how influential Pain must be in this great company to be able to get a match for his new partner, while there was no proof to Miss Nocturne of his skill, no video from his RWE matches with those who would soon be the new wave to help mold FWF into what it is in present day. Pain simply grinned once again, though this grin was more confident and gritty.
.:|x|Pain|x|:.
It's alright, you can kiss my golden feet later.
Camisado looked up to this man like he was a damned god. And why not? This man was, at this point in time, the biggest help in his career, as well as something even more important:
His only friend.
.
¢|Camisado|¢|:. Damn those were good times. But you know how that goes.. Best of friends til things go sour.. We dominated FWF, along with Hall of Famer Ernest Bethea. We even held every single title between the three of us at one point: Ernest had Hardcore, I had Cruiserweight, Pain had the World Heavyweight, and the two of us shared the tag titles. We were on top of the world, that is, until Pain changed.
He really did change. He began getting cocky, something he vowed never to do when we joined forces. He promised he'd take me to the top. And he did. But he also promised he'd never act like my superior. That he did as well. Even during our matches, he began slacking, forcing me to keep our titles in our possession. It was always just a little irritating, nothing more, until that one day we blew up.
One night, that damn monday night, during the rampage show. Pain blew it. He was busy slacking and I was sick of it. I was getting my ass double-teamed and knocked around without any help from Pain. He was no longer a partner, just an associate. I tagged him in. He took this as me trying to slack off, and he was furious. So furious, in fact, that he went in the ring and simply laid down on the mat. Boy, was the wWo across the ring confused. Bewildered, Gangsta Mak slowly walked across the ring, though Pain was egging him on to come. They were sure it must have been a trap. But after a drawn-out three count, everyone was certain it wasn't. It was really a bit of a culture shock, we had lost our titles. That left shoulder of mine became lonely, nothing to rest upon it.
It was obvious things had began to turn in the wrong direction, especially after Ernest had declared his retirement from the world of wrestling, so I needed to do something to further my career before it was ruined.
I got out. I ended it. I ended the Real Deal, the most powerful team to ever hit FWF, maybe even the entire wrestling world. I won't kid you, we gave some of the greats a run for their money. But at Jealousy 2006, Pain and I met in the finals of the Jealousy tournament, which had ended up being for the Heavyweight Title that Pain had earlier been stripped of for reasons undisclosed to me. You've got to remember we weren't huge talkers at this point in time.
So during our match, I did a few things I had never done before, and have never done since. I pulled some cheap moves. You know, I busted out the low-blows, the eye-gouges, the works. Everything.
And so did he. He always had. I showed him up through, I gave him proof that I was the superior, not he. I walked out champ, and as I walked out, I saw him lying on the ground. So I did something vile and disgusting.
Yet so worth it. I spat right in that bastard's face. I spit and left, left him lying there. A dominant duo ended that night, but another great wrestler arose. And here I stand today. I'm currently rehabbing myself here in nSw, but it's been conveniently fun. I'm having thoughts of staying here for awhile. But if that's the case, the competition's gonna have to pick it up. This brat Brandon Davis just ain't cuttin' it. Throw someone else at your first champ.
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Date: Thursday, March the Twenty-Eighth, 2008
Time: 11:54 PM
Location: Camisado's Locker Room
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Tonight, Camisado was unusually cheerful whilst hanging out with his brother, known to the wrestling world as Cicatrix. Though wrestling was traditionally a winter sport at schools, he had an unmentionable love for the game of basketball. And if there was any one thing out of the city of Louisville that he even remotely cared for anymore, it was the University of Louisville's basketball team.
The reason for his cheer? The team's recent success. Just minutes ago, they finished a 79-60 trouncing of Sweet Sixteen opponent, the University of Tennessee. This huge victory to continue the team's life into the NCAA tournament couldn't make anyone more happier than Camisado was at this moment. There was more cheer in this man's body than could even be imagined by the players who had just won, that's how much he truly cared for this basketball program.
The game had ended well over twelve minutes ago, but over this time, Camisado hadn't ceased his post-game dancing, still roaring strong and enthusiastic.
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«|Cicatrix|»|:. Yeah, uh, bro?
Begrudgingly, Camisado stopped his dancing, even despite being caught in mid-pelvic thrust. His response was somewhat rhetorical considering the body language along with the the tone of his voice.
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¢|Camisado|¢|:. What.
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«|Cicatrix|»|:. Don't you think you should calm down? It's been like fifteen minutes and you're still in your damn dancing routine here. I'm honestly getting kinda bored of it. If you're gonna keep dancing then at least get some new moves, mix it up or something. This shit's getting old.
Plus, UNC will wipe the floors with them on saturday.
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¢|Camisado|¢|:. That, my brother, is where you are insanely wrong. In fact, they will be successful even without me watching it, as I will be unable to do so. Cause you know who else is winning saturday night? That's right, the man himself.
Camisado cheekily grinned at his much taller, yet thinner sibling.
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«|Cicatrix|»|:. You mean Brandon Davis?
It's been well documented that Camisado has never taken any size advantage to any kind of regard. So it's obvious what happens next, with that latest comment hitting a nerve in Camisado's short circuit, right?
Yeah, he swiftly pounced atop his three-years younger brother. If you thought Camisado was a little young to be such an impressive wrestler, at 22, watch out for his 20-year old counterpart.
And despite their wrestling backgrounds and brains, this wasn't wrestling. All this fight was simply rolling around on the floor, arms flailing all the while. A few grunts could be made out as the scene faded.
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¢|Camisado|¢|:. FUCK!
BRANDON!
DAVIS!
