Post by orochigeese on Jul 12, 2006 2:04:27 GMT -5
*OrochiGeese is dressed in one of his finest business suits and is sitting in his plush leather chair in his Orochi-O's, Inc office. He is leaning back a bit with his feet on his desk and smirking.*
OG: "Mr. Wesley, Mr. Jason Wesley. I must say that I admire your passion. But it is your view of reality that you must work on. For you are deluded to a quite dangerous and ignorant degree."
OG: "You call ME ordinary? ME commonplace? And then, in what I can only imagine is a pathetic desire to stay consistent in your mistaken views, you refer to yourself and Chapel as unusual..as "above" me."
*OG looks around his office and smiles*
OG: "Are you SURE you know who I am? Because I heard you state some of my accomplishments but apparently the consequences behind that list evades you! I am OrochiGeese...I own two successful wrestling companies, I own the most popular cereal franchise in the world!"
*OG pauses and then says the next sentence slowly*
OG: "I own a freaking THEME PARK."
OG: "I am the DEFINITION of "upper class". I look at you two...i see the definition of ORDINARY."
OG: "How do I know that? It's simple...you both lose control when I spit on your giant check. Here's some information you may not want to learn, more due to the implications of it then the accompanying visual."
OG: "I LINE SLEEPYGOOSE's CAGE WITH GIANT CHECQUES! They are meaningless to me cause they are so commonplace in my world! But for you two, they ARE the world...such a pitiful one at that."
OG: "I spit on something that you valued so highly...something that is so commonplace to me! You two combined will never see the money and power that I have! Nor the class or the self-control. I spit on one check and Chapel cries himself to sleep for a month. I slap his wife, insult his beliefs, and he needs you, Jason, to address me cause he is too emotional. He's too "off his game." I broke his reality and now I am breaking yours. Welcome to MY reality Jason, and in my reality, I control you two...that's what upper class people do, we control commoners like you. I'm not ashamed to admit it either, I REVEL in it."
OG: "So next time you call yourselves the Upper Class Connection, I hope you do it with the requisite "tongue in cheek." And really, that phrase gives me an idea...maybe next time I'm around Chapel's wife...I ought to test that very action out...*both* interpretations of that action. *Geese laughs a sick laugh* As I'm sure after one night, she'd ditch her family to be with me, a REAL winner. After all, the only thing keeping her with Chapel is that spit-ridden giant cheque, anyway." *OG smirks*
OG: "Now...since we are done straightening out your perception of wealth, Mr. Wesley, let me make something else perfectly clear to you. At NAVI-2, Mr. Clyde and I will be taking your Gold Belts."
OG: "The "sleeping giant", Chapel Hillcrest, will indeed awaken...as an emotional, out of control, infantile danger to himself and to you. Don't mistake his rabid behavior as MY chaos though. My chaos is in my violence rather then my mind. I have peace of mind which allows me to perform the uninhibited chaos that I want to in the ring. But Chapel's current existence is as far from his mind as possible. He is like a confused animal being manipulated by the vicious hunter, me. As for you, Jason, Mr. Clyde and I have plans..."
*The camera pans 180 degrees and shows the drapes near the window. The camera zooms in and we see Mr. Clyde standing there silently.*
OG: "We have plans for both of you, but are you ready for us? Are you ready for Mr. Clyde? It would be a shame if he were to sneak out of the ring and attack Chapel's wife and kid, wouldn't it? It would be a shame if Chapel and you are so focused on ME, that you don't realize Mr. Clyde is behind you."
OG: "But for McPro, it would be anything BUT a shame to have Clyde and I as the new McPro Tag Team Champions. If anything, it would lend a sense of class, of REAL Upper Class, to a promotion that has Twinky McLanahan's backwater stink all over it. But fear not, McPro, Orochi Army is here to wash that stink away. Some say fire cleans the best, but I say that CHAOS is the ultimate form of purification."
*OG smirks as the camera fades*
OG: "Mr. Wesley, Mr. Jason Wesley. I must say that I admire your passion. But it is your view of reality that you must work on. For you are deluded to a quite dangerous and ignorant degree."
OG: "You call ME ordinary? ME commonplace? And then, in what I can only imagine is a pathetic desire to stay consistent in your mistaken views, you refer to yourself and Chapel as unusual..as "above" me."
*OG looks around his office and smiles*
OG: "Are you SURE you know who I am? Because I heard you state some of my accomplishments but apparently the consequences behind that list evades you! I am OrochiGeese...I own two successful wrestling companies, I own the most popular cereal franchise in the world!"
*OG pauses and then says the next sentence slowly*
OG: "I own a freaking THEME PARK."
OG: "I am the DEFINITION of "upper class". I look at you two...i see the definition of ORDINARY."
OG: "How do I know that? It's simple...you both lose control when I spit on your giant check. Here's some information you may not want to learn, more due to the implications of it then the accompanying visual."
OG: "I LINE SLEEPYGOOSE's CAGE WITH GIANT CHECQUES! They are meaningless to me cause they are so commonplace in my world! But for you two, they ARE the world...such a pitiful one at that."
OG: "I spit on something that you valued so highly...something that is so commonplace to me! You two combined will never see the money and power that I have! Nor the class or the self-control. I spit on one check and Chapel cries himself to sleep for a month. I slap his wife, insult his beliefs, and he needs you, Jason, to address me cause he is too emotional. He's too "off his game." I broke his reality and now I am breaking yours. Welcome to MY reality Jason, and in my reality, I control you two...that's what upper class people do, we control commoners like you. I'm not ashamed to admit it either, I REVEL in it."
OG: "So next time you call yourselves the Upper Class Connection, I hope you do it with the requisite "tongue in cheek." And really, that phrase gives me an idea...maybe next time I'm around Chapel's wife...I ought to test that very action out...*both* interpretations of that action. *Geese laughs a sick laugh* As I'm sure after one night, she'd ditch her family to be with me, a REAL winner. After all, the only thing keeping her with Chapel is that spit-ridden giant cheque, anyway." *OG smirks*
OG: "Now...since we are done straightening out your perception of wealth, Mr. Wesley, let me make something else perfectly clear to you. At NAVI-2, Mr. Clyde and I will be taking your Gold Belts."
OG: "The "sleeping giant", Chapel Hillcrest, will indeed awaken...as an emotional, out of control, infantile danger to himself and to you. Don't mistake his rabid behavior as MY chaos though. My chaos is in my violence rather then my mind. I have peace of mind which allows me to perform the uninhibited chaos that I want to in the ring. But Chapel's current existence is as far from his mind as possible. He is like a confused animal being manipulated by the vicious hunter, me. As for you, Jason, Mr. Clyde and I have plans..."
*The camera pans 180 degrees and shows the drapes near the window. The camera zooms in and we see Mr. Clyde standing there silently.*
OG: "We have plans for both of you, but are you ready for us? Are you ready for Mr. Clyde? It would be a shame if he were to sneak out of the ring and attack Chapel's wife and kid, wouldn't it? It would be a shame if Chapel and you are so focused on ME, that you don't realize Mr. Clyde is behind you."
OG: "But for McPro, it would be anything BUT a shame to have Clyde and I as the new McPro Tag Team Champions. If anything, it would lend a sense of class, of REAL Upper Class, to a promotion that has Twinky McLanahan's backwater stink all over it. But fear not, McPro, Orochi Army is here to wash that stink away. Some say fire cleans the best, but I say that CHAOS is the ultimate form of purification."
*OG smirks as the camera fades*
