Post by Johnny on Oct 30, 2023 22:36:48 GMT -5
Not my usual work I apologize. I've been without a computer and had to use the work computer that I evidently didn't save my work on last time so this is all I have. I'll be back to normal in a couple of weeks.
A rendition of circus music is playing along in the background. Step right up and witness the rise, Johnny points up a large white spotlight following a young trapeze man being pulled high into the air, and fall, the man struggles to stay on the bar hung by a couple of average ropes before he slips and cashes past the view of the camera with screams in his wake, of Clyde Newton.
Johnny laughs maniacally while the camera shuffles and shifts to show him in a ringmaster costume standing atop a large red box. Now I don't know about you but if I didn't know better I'd think this match was made for me, a Circus Deathmatch, perfect for a clown like me a clown horn hocks a couple of times before Johnny frowns. Two men enter and one man falls into a tangled up web of barbed wire. It's bloody. It's crazy. It's fun. It's my cup of tea.
Just last week we heard Clyde say "I don't care if your blood drips down to the canvas or mine. You see, there comes a time when you need to allow the pain and punishment to take control." and no truer words could be spoken for tomorrow night! Johnny boasts with enthusiasm. Succumbing to pain and feeling the punishment can be so Johnny takes in a deep breath and lets it out loud and dramatically freeing don't you think? Just letting yourself go and go and go a whistle sounds off behind Johnny's words before a crash and bang follow long fall and sudden stop. Your time has come for pain and punishment.
So let me get this straight Johnny puts a figure to his chin a man on one knee is stronger than a man on his feet. A youngster like yourself couldn't put down old Yeller after all the crap about how he was at the end of his rope. You talked like you knew you had it in the bag and you ended up making a clown of yourself Johnny smiles wide and this is your redemption. Can you take down the big bad clown? Johnny shakes his finger side to side. I don't think so.
The tragic fact is you came here with a little twinkle in your eye and a dream to be in managements good graces then you hit rock bottom. You couldn't put the dog down and now you're oh for two looking to prove the point that you're OCW's next rising star Johnny emphasizes 'star' and motions his hands in front of him in the movement of a rainbow. You didn't burn bright matter-of-fact you crashed and burned Johnny wears a cheshire smile yet here you are in a big boys match going for that bright gold belt all in an attempt to be a staaaaar. Johnny elongates the word 'star' then smacks his lips obnoxiously a few times. Know who else wanted to be a star? Elizabeth Short, you would probably know her better as the black dahlia. She was the woman found cut up in pieces in the Leimert Park neighborhood of Los Angeles, California. Her only dream was to be a staaaaaar Johnny elongates the word again and smacks his lips. You're going to be ripped to shreds by barbed wire, not the same as being cut up into pieces but you will have pieces missing so close enough.
You're easy pickings kid. You're the type to come in gun cocked and ready to have a good time shootin' down the competition. You talk like you're a champion without earning it and expect people to bend a knee in your presence because you're just that great. You look the part of a big bright shining star but you just can’t burn bright enough to outshine the competition Johnny boasts loudly and sarcastically. You can talk about how you know you need to earn your spot but turn around and talk down on people who already did. You walk in here cocky but can't come up on a win. So which is it Newt? Are you going to be the cocky bastard who can't seem to come out with the win or are you going to shut your pie hole until you've earned the right to talk like you're that star you want to be? Johnny’s voice is low and raspy.
Seems to be like management is giving you a lot of rope this match. One could look at this as management giving you that push you want so badly. There is a contendership hanging on the line along with a streak. Now I'm not a man who cares about a streak. I'm in this for the chaos of it all, the suffering, the- well you get the picture. I've never cared about a streak but some people do. I've never lost a match so not only do you have a championship match within your reach you can make people forget about your losers streak by beating the big bad monster clown Johnny's voice deepens and he shakes his body with enthusiasm as he holds out his arms. Now the question is~ is management giving you so much rope to pull you out of that tide pool you got yourself sucked into or are they giving you so much rope so you hang yourself with it? Behind Johnny drops the trapeze artist now hanging by the rope.
I think you know where this is going which is why you haven't trotted out here on that high horse of yours to tell me how high and mighty you are with your stardom. Goth was an easy target for you and you didn't get the bullseye. Goth was familiar ground that you stomped all over before getting dirt in your eyes. Now you got someone in front of you that you don't know much about. You might be a fool but you're not dumb. You’re laying in wait, waiting to find a weak spot so you can suckerpunch it and put a clown down Johnny smirks with enthusiasm. Well, here’s a little about myself. I'm kinda like those clowns from 2016 that caused all that mass hysteria. That's my goal: mass hysteria. I don't want people to be scared of me because I'm a clown or that I'm undefeated because those are simple things to be scared of. I don't want to win a championship or be a star because those are simple things to accomplish when you put your mind to it. I. just. Want. Panic. Johnny pauses between each word briefly frowning each time.
The possibility of going head to head with the great veteran Alexandra Calaway Johnny speaks in a respectful tone that could be taken as disrespect or sarcasm depending on who's listening for the Anarchy Championship isn't what has me getting my jollies off. You being my opponent this week isn't what's giving me that little lump of joy in my calloused soul either. What really has my skin itching and crawling with Halloween is our match type. While you're probably wrapping your brain around what you might do once you get your hands on Alexandra to get that championship I'm just racking my brain around the torture I'm going to put you through. Johnny kisses his finger tips in a chefs kiss kind of way it's going to be delectable Johnny smiles with malice.
Johnny’s voice is low and sounds like he is struggling with something in his throat the spotlight is shining on you OCW’s next ‘Star’. The last time you had it was too bright for you and too hot. You got your grubby little hands burnt when you held them to the fire because you made yourself out to be a false prophet. You tried blowing the competition away and ended up the one with a bullet in your head. Johnny’s voice slowly returns to normal. You held the funeral to your own career and you didn’t. Even. Know it. Now can you resuscitate it? Can you come back from the dead on all hallows eve? Johnny smirks. Can you hit that final pitch out of the park for a homerun? The sound of a bat hitting the ball echoes behind Johnny. Or are you going to strike out again?
What was that you said? “It’s never easy, but everyone has to do it.” Keep that in mind when you’re falling into the barbed wire because win or lose I'm taking you down with me. Johnny winks and the camera fades to a black screen.
A rendition of circus music is playing along in the background. Step right up and witness the rise, Johnny points up a large white spotlight following a young trapeze man being pulled high into the air, and fall, the man struggles to stay on the bar hung by a couple of average ropes before he slips and cashes past the view of the camera with screams in his wake, of Clyde Newton.
Johnny laughs maniacally while the camera shuffles and shifts to show him in a ringmaster costume standing atop a large red box. Now I don't know about you but if I didn't know better I'd think this match was made for me, a Circus Deathmatch, perfect for a clown like me a clown horn hocks a couple of times before Johnny frowns. Two men enter and one man falls into a tangled up web of barbed wire. It's bloody. It's crazy. It's fun. It's my cup of tea.
Just last week we heard Clyde say "I don't care if your blood drips down to the canvas or mine. You see, there comes a time when you need to allow the pain and punishment to take control." and no truer words could be spoken for tomorrow night! Johnny boasts with enthusiasm. Succumbing to pain and feeling the punishment can be so Johnny takes in a deep breath and lets it out loud and dramatically freeing don't you think? Just letting yourself go and go and go a whistle sounds off behind Johnny's words before a crash and bang follow long fall and sudden stop. Your time has come for pain and punishment.
So let me get this straight Johnny puts a figure to his chin a man on one knee is stronger than a man on his feet. A youngster like yourself couldn't put down old Yeller after all the crap about how he was at the end of his rope. You talked like you knew you had it in the bag and you ended up making a clown of yourself Johnny smiles wide and this is your redemption. Can you take down the big bad clown? Johnny shakes his finger side to side. I don't think so.
The tragic fact is you came here with a little twinkle in your eye and a dream to be in managements good graces then you hit rock bottom. You couldn't put the dog down and now you're oh for two looking to prove the point that you're OCW's next rising star Johnny emphasizes 'star' and motions his hands in front of him in the movement of a rainbow. You didn't burn bright matter-of-fact you crashed and burned Johnny wears a cheshire smile yet here you are in a big boys match going for that bright gold belt all in an attempt to be a staaaaar. Johnny elongates the word 'star' then smacks his lips obnoxiously a few times. Know who else wanted to be a star? Elizabeth Short, you would probably know her better as the black dahlia. She was the woman found cut up in pieces in the Leimert Park neighborhood of Los Angeles, California. Her only dream was to be a staaaaaar Johnny elongates the word again and smacks his lips. You're going to be ripped to shreds by barbed wire, not the same as being cut up into pieces but you will have pieces missing so close enough.
You're easy pickings kid. You're the type to come in gun cocked and ready to have a good time shootin' down the competition. You talk like you're a champion without earning it and expect people to bend a knee in your presence because you're just that great. You look the part of a big bright shining star but you just can’t burn bright enough to outshine the competition Johnny boasts loudly and sarcastically. You can talk about how you know you need to earn your spot but turn around and talk down on people who already did. You walk in here cocky but can't come up on a win. So which is it Newt? Are you going to be the cocky bastard who can't seem to come out with the win or are you going to shut your pie hole until you've earned the right to talk like you're that star you want to be? Johnny’s voice is low and raspy.
Seems to be like management is giving you a lot of rope this match. One could look at this as management giving you that push you want so badly. There is a contendership hanging on the line along with a streak. Now I'm not a man who cares about a streak. I'm in this for the chaos of it all, the suffering, the- well you get the picture. I've never cared about a streak but some people do. I've never lost a match so not only do you have a championship match within your reach you can make people forget about your losers streak by beating the big bad monster clown Johnny's voice deepens and he shakes his body with enthusiasm as he holds out his arms. Now the question is~ is management giving you so much rope to pull you out of that tide pool you got yourself sucked into or are they giving you so much rope so you hang yourself with it? Behind Johnny drops the trapeze artist now hanging by the rope.
I think you know where this is going which is why you haven't trotted out here on that high horse of yours to tell me how high and mighty you are with your stardom. Goth was an easy target for you and you didn't get the bullseye. Goth was familiar ground that you stomped all over before getting dirt in your eyes. Now you got someone in front of you that you don't know much about. You might be a fool but you're not dumb. You’re laying in wait, waiting to find a weak spot so you can suckerpunch it and put a clown down Johnny smirks with enthusiasm. Well, here’s a little about myself. I'm kinda like those clowns from 2016 that caused all that mass hysteria. That's my goal: mass hysteria. I don't want people to be scared of me because I'm a clown or that I'm undefeated because those are simple things to be scared of. I don't want to win a championship or be a star because those are simple things to accomplish when you put your mind to it. I. just. Want. Panic. Johnny pauses between each word briefly frowning each time.
The possibility of going head to head with the great veteran Alexandra Calaway Johnny speaks in a respectful tone that could be taken as disrespect or sarcasm depending on who's listening for the Anarchy Championship isn't what has me getting my jollies off. You being my opponent this week isn't what's giving me that little lump of joy in my calloused soul either. What really has my skin itching and crawling with Halloween is our match type. While you're probably wrapping your brain around what you might do once you get your hands on Alexandra to get that championship I'm just racking my brain around the torture I'm going to put you through. Johnny kisses his finger tips in a chefs kiss kind of way it's going to be delectable Johnny smiles with malice.
Johnny’s voice is low and sounds like he is struggling with something in his throat the spotlight is shining on you OCW’s next ‘Star’. The last time you had it was too bright for you and too hot. You got your grubby little hands burnt when you held them to the fire because you made yourself out to be a false prophet. You tried blowing the competition away and ended up the one with a bullet in your head. Johnny’s voice slowly returns to normal. You held the funeral to your own career and you didn’t. Even. Know it. Now can you resuscitate it? Can you come back from the dead on all hallows eve? Johnny smirks. Can you hit that final pitch out of the park for a homerun? The sound of a bat hitting the ball echoes behind Johnny. Or are you going to strike out again?
What was that you said? “It’s never easy, but everyone has to do it.” Keep that in mind when you’re falling into the barbed wire because win or lose I'm taking you down with me. Johnny winks and the camera fades to a black screen.